Scream for Me

The Night of Casey Becker's Death

Casey Becker was in the middle of a scary movie. Literally. She ran through her backyard patio, past her now dead boyfriend Steve, her home phone still in hand and bent down the under the window of her house. Standing above her inside the window was her killer.

 The black cloaked figure wearing an exaggerated groaning ghost face mask leaned towards the window. Casey looked up at the window to see the killer looking directly at her. She screamed loudly and began to run again attempting to escape her fate.

The killer made it outside the house and was right behind her. she saw her parents car driving closer to her house and she felt some relief as she ran towards the front yard. She tried not to turn around as she ran, but suddenly  she felt him grab a hold of her, covering  her mouth and stab the knife right into her chest. She fell  down on the grass whimpering as the killer bent down, holding out his knife. 

She cried out in pain and began panting as she checked her chest, putting a hand over the bloody wound. She attempted to shove the knife away and struggle in his grip, but he began to strangle her neck, limiting her breath and damaging her vocal cords. With determination, she kneed him in the groin, and he fell backwards in pain. She took this time to get up and  watch her parents begin walking into the house. 

She slowly walks to the front porch, holding her now damaged throat in pain. As her parents unlock the door she cries out,

"Mooomm" In a raspy voice, but they fail to hear her, as the walk inside. The killer remamerges behind her pushing her down on her back.

She looks up at the killer, and breathlessly removes his mask, before looking up as he lifts up his knife plunging it into her.

Casey's parents call out for her, when they hear the fire alarm go off and smoke appears from the kitchen. Casey's mother runs to the kitchen and throws the burning popcorn into the sink. She begins calling out her daughters name, frantically.

"Casey, Casey!" She yells. She runs to her husband who urgently grabs hold of her .

"Where is she!?" She screams. They both run to the phone, and as Casey's mother starts dialing she can hear Casey on the other line gasping in pain as the killer continues to stabbing her with his knife. Casey's father runs upstairs before his wife calls out Casey's name into the phone. 

They can hear her groans out in pain as she's dragged off in the distance.

"Oh my god I can hear her." Her mom panics as her dad takes the phone, before the line cuts off. Casey's dad looks at his wife.

"Get in the car. Drive down to the McKenzies." he tells her, as she shakes her head frantically.

"No. No, not my daughter." Casey's mother  whispers in denial, as her husband  leads her to the door, telling her to call the police. As she leaves the door she turns around and screams as her husband runs to her, and looks over to see their daughter with her entrails draping out and hanging by a rope to a tree.

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Julie had just gotten out of the shower with a towel in her hand. Her hair was soaking wet and she had a white towel draped around her figure.  She walked into her bedroom, sat on her on her bed and began to dry her hair.  she stopped when her hair became damp, and she took off her towel, putting on a baggy t-shirt. 

She headed to her shelf, looking through her collection of VHS's. It was one of the first things she unpacked and set up in her new room. Of course there was a collection of VHS in her living room, but these were just a few dozen of her favorite, and some were rentals. Each shelf was neatly sorted by genre. She roamed through the tapes with her hands to pick a movie to watch when her landline on her nightstand rang. 

She walked over to the phone and put it up to her ear.

"Hello." She asked. She heard heavy breathing on the other end, but there was no other response.

"Hello." She called out again.

"What are you doing tonight?" The voice asked. Julie gasped.

"Very funny, Randy. Let's have fun scaring the new kid right. What's with the voice, you perv!" She said.

"Are you scared?" the voice asked. Julie rolled her eyes.

"Terrified." She said sarcastically, "but as for answering your first question, I was going to watch one of the movies you suggested to me. You just gave made me in the mood to put on something scary." she says.

"So you like scary movies?" He asks.

"Well sure, why else would I rent the movies you suggest? Hey shouldn't you be working?" She ask, but he ignores her question.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" He asked.

"Suspiria, Argentino 1977. So underrated, but amazing cinematography and effects. " She says. The other end was silent for a few seconds.

"...Really?" He said.

"Yeah the neon lightening was brilliant. It was the exact opposite of what you would see in a horror movie that it makes you feel uneasy. A good horror movie if successful should evoke disturbing emotions out of you in the very least. But most people today are so desensitized from watching the same classics over and over that horror just isn't scary anymore."  Julie said,  picking up a VHS that she decided she'll watch tonight.

"You're absolutely right." He stated matter of factly. Her head turned towards her bedroom door as she heard the doorbell ring.

"Hey I gotta go, there's someone at the door. " She says before hanging up.

She walks out of her bedroom, and slowly descends the stairs after noticing how dark her house was.

Upon making it downstairs she walks to the front door. she stops at the door, turning the switch of the front light on as she looks at the door nob cautiously before slowly turning it and opening the door. 

She looks  straight ahead, but it's completely dark and she can't see anyone. She slightly sticks her head out to see better, but still doesn't see anything. As she about to close the door, a hand grabs the door way and she gasps, before the figure comes into view.

The man smiles at her and she sighs out in relief. 

"Tommy, what were you doing?" She asks as she steps away from the door to let him in. The dirty blonde boy walks in the house, closing the door.

"You took forever to answer the door, so I was checking through the front window to see if you were home." He says.

"I was on the phone. And I had to be careful since it's just me in the house tonight." she said.

 "Did I scare you?" He smirked. She rolled her eyes.

"You driving over here with your license suspended, scares me." She says sarcastically. He twirls his keys on his index finger.

"I got it back today." he said proudly. Julie grinned.

"Must be nice having the privileges of being he councilmen's son." She smirked as he leaned forward and pecked her lips.

"Hey, be glad. I can give you rides home from school again. " He said, walking to the couch, and sitting down.

"I managed fine without you." She teased before walking over to the couch, about to sit next to him, when he grabbed her waist and sat her down on his lap.

"Did you pick a movie?" He asked, moving pieces of her damp wet hair out of her face.

" I have it in my bedroom. I thought you would be coming by later, I was gonna watch it in there." She said, putting her hands on his shoulders.

"So why don't we watch it in your room?" His eyebrow raises as he grins at her. The corner of her lips turn upward.

"Because we wouldn't be watching the movie."