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I paced around my kitchen, wearing hoodie and shorts, and making popcorn while watching movies.
It was after a long day of hanging out with my best friend, Casey Becker. She said she had a date with her boyfriend and had to go so now it was a couple hours later and I was watching Friday the 13th.
My phone rang. "Y/n?" My mom said through the speaker.
"Yeah mum" I responded. "Sorry honey, but I won't be home till late" she sighed. "Okay, see you then. I love you mama" I mutter.
"Alright honey. Talk to you later" my mom said before hanging up and leaving me to my thoughts.
I chuck a bit of my favorite snack into my mouth before the phone rings again.
"Uhhh... hello?" I ask.
"Hello" a gravelly voice cooed back.
"Why'd you call, whoever you are?" I inquire.
"What are you doing?" The voice ignored.
"Uhm, watching a movie" I answer, squirming under a non existent gaze. Or at least thought to be.
"Ooh, what movie" he smoothly responded. "Friday the 13th" I say, not thinking anything of it.
"Is that your favorite?" He asked. "Why do you wanna know?" I smirk a little. "Can you blame me for being curious?" He retorts. "If you must know I don't have a favorite movie" I giggle.
"Then, what's your favorite scary movie?" He asked eerily. "Don't have one. They're the only movies I ever watch. Hellraiser, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw, Chucky, Silence of the lambs, Dracula... just to name a few" I rant a little. "Ooh, and does the gorgeous horror geek have a boyfriend" he asked. "Nope. I'm in a serious relationship with my bed though," I giggled. "Oh come on. Tell me why," he proposed. I sigh. "You can't be seriously interested in my relationship problems, and the lack thereof," I scoff. "Well I am, so please, enlighten me," he demanded.
"Nobody wants to date the background character. I'm literally just comedic relief who helps stir the plot in everyone else's stories" I confess with a sigh.
"I think you're very pretty, just by looking at you. Do you like anyone?" He asked.
I don't show fear at the words. He probably meant 'talking to'. I take my popcorn off the stove. "You ask a lot of questions, you know that? What about you? Why'd you call me?" I ask him playfully. I grab a knife to open my popcorn.
"C'mon, peach. Indulge me," he avoided the question. "Well, no. I don't. I'd rather get to know someone for real before taking interest and I'm not great with talking to people so I've just been comfortably unapproached," I explain.
"Oh wow," he exclaimed, "quite insightful, aren't you?" I giggle timidly. "I suppose I am. Now you indulge me, mysterious caller," I playfully say.
"You knew Casey Becker, right?" He asked lowly. "Why?" I asked uneasily. "She was a real pain in my ass" he venomously told me. "Oh, I can talk to her if you ne-" "c'mon y/n, you're naive, but know you're not fucking stupid" the voice spat. "I-I... I don't know what you're talking about" I grip the knife tighter. "Here's a hint. Im using the past tense when I talk about her. Honestly, I thought you'd be just as slutty and bitchy, but aren't you just a little ball of sunshine" he joked. I cry out quietly. "That-that doesn't explain why you called me" I whimper. "Like I said, you're naive, but you're very smart. Too smart. I can't have you getting in my way, can I?" He mocked
"You're gonna kill me" I stated shakily. "Bingo, baby" he cackled. "But first, let's play a game, yeah?" He suggested. "You sick bastard," I curse. "Let's see how much you know about Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Who is in the Sawyer family?" He asked. "Trick question, they were the slaughter family in the first movie and the story continuously changes. In the original timeline, the sawyer family includes Drayton, Nubbins, Chop-top, Leatherface aka Bubba OR Jedidiah, Grandpa and Grandma Sawyer," I answer thoroughly. "Smart girl. Tell me about Hellraiser. What was the name of the cult?"
"Cenobites, easy," I smirked. "Now, who's the god that chucky chants to in order to change bodies?" Shit. That's the one I don't know. Zimbala? Or something. "Tick tock, sweet face," he told me. He was totally quoting Tiffany Valentine. I don't know. I really don't.
I hear a distorted sigh. "Times up, peach,"
I hung up and the glass of my back door shattered. Tossing everything but the phone, I ran up my stairs 2-3 at a time. I ran into my bathroom and locked the door. Just as the lock clicked, I heard something ram it's body, full force into. He started banging on the door. I still had the phone so I called the police, sinking against the wall. He stopped banging while I was on the phone, likely listening.
The operator stayed on the phone with me, and the mystery man started to slam his body into the door, shaking it on its hinges and splintering at the screws. I started to sob. This went on for a couple of minutes. I see a buck knife slip between the crack of the door, sliding to the latch. Sirens sounded outside, but the knife still slipped into the latch, letting the door slowly creak open.
"No, no, no..." I whimpered. The killer tauntingly pushed the door open. He lunged. I dodged, earning a small cut to my arm. I ran out the door. I leap down the stairs, meeting the police at the bottom. One of the officers went upstairs and the killer wasn't there.
That was yesterday night. My best friend was gutted and I almost was too. I felt like I was too distracted to feel anything. I had no friends except Casey. Now I'm alone.
"Ms. L/n" the teacher loudly addressed. Startled, I defensively sit up in a panic.
I swallow harshly as the people around me snicker. "I- I'm sorry, I just didn't get any sleep last night and everything is-" "I'm not upset, honey. I'm concerned. I wanted you to know that if you need someone to talk to or if you need to take a nap in the nurses office, I can get you pass" she told me, seriously. The people stared in confusion, thinking she'd chew me out for sleeping in class. It was because she was the worst of the teachers. If you were sick, you still had to make up every single work piece from her class
I nodded. "Uh m-may I go to the nurse?" I asked. "Of course" she started scribbling on a note.
In the nurses office, I lay and think about life. I was so gonna die.
