Set in the present, an individual dressed in a reaper get-up picks up a sharp knife and begins to slice and dice his way through the quiet town of Woodsboro. A group of friends are, one by one, being terrorized by the masked killer who wields an ins...
The group had soon scattered after Billy's somewhat indecent proposition. Tatum and Stu had returned to the Macher residence to do God knows what, Sidney went shopping for a particular article of clothing. Billy and his girlfriend returned to her apartment where the duo dozed off on the couch. She had suggested they take a powernap before the big party; she didn't want to miss anything tonight. Billy had started snoring softly almost immediately after his head hit the pillow, sleep did not reach her quite so thoroughly. Continuous thoughts swirled around in her head as she kept glancing at his peaceful face. When the sandman finally took her, she was almost relieved, little did she know that sleep was not her friend at that moment.
They were chanting something, she could hear them, they were chanting with determination. She did not know where the sound was coming from, it was dark, she could barely see anything. She continued to advance forward in the abyss, she felt the bumpy walls with her fingertips, she felt as if she was getting closer to something. She took another step forward and the whole scene changed, as if a veil had been lifted. She could see them all clearly now, they were gathered in Stu's spacious living room. They were wearing velvety dark garbs, covering their entire bodies. They were facing the other direction; she could not see their faces. They continued to chant louder and louder as she moved closer to them. She could not comprehend what they were saying, as if they were speaking a different language. She reached out and noticed her stained hands. Her hands were bloody, the crimson continued to drip down onto the pristine rug. In an effort to get rid of the blood, she wiped it on her clothes, she did not realize what she was doing until she looked in the giant mirror to her left. She was completely soaked from top to bottom, her hair was drenched, it no longer retained its usual light color, it was red, sticky and unruly. She liked her reflection, she liked what she saw. She cocked her head to the side and touched her face, her long black fingers caught her eye, they appeared to be frighteningly unnatural. She did not care, her head whipped back towards the dark figures. They stood facing her now, with deep terrifying smiles. They wore black garbs and carried sharp knives. She recognized them now, her friends, they beckoned her closer, she obliged. Billy stepped to the side and opened a drawer, he pulled out another special weapon, just for her. He placed the dagger in her outstretched hands. She clutched it tightly, almost afraid to let it go. Her friends stepped aside to reveal what they were hiding, their dying victims, Casey Becker and Steve Orth. Steve Orth was gasping for air as he drowned in his own blood. Casey, on the other hand, was still alive, barely. The unfortunate soul was stabbed multiple times, her once immaculate white dress was now stained with her blood. She clutched the dagger in her hand and advanced towards the final victim. She lifted her hand up in the air and swiftly brought it down, burying it into Casey's abdomen. Casey screeched in agony but the girl did not stop. She took the dagger out and buried it into her abdomen once more. The crimson liquid splashed all around and blemished the rug even more. Her friends began to laugh hysterically, their eyes appeared cold and soulless. The crimson soiled their dark garbs and they relished in it as they leaned in closer and began to jab their own knives into Casey's now lifeless body. She left her dagger in the girl's chest and began to laugh just as her friends had before her. She was now dead and soulless just like the rest of them.
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