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Welcome to Act Three

You will not pay me to live at Stu Macher's house. The psychopath accomplice of the other psychopath Billy Loomis.

Even staring at the house as we're approaching by the car gave me weird and unsettling vibes. Maybe it's because it's still nighttime. But whenever I was over at Amber's house to hang out, it always gave such a sinister aura. I didn't understand how one could live comfortably there. Especially if you knew about the history behind it.

Where people have died.

Dewey Riley's sister got murdered there.

It was a haunted house. Haven't been able to get it sold for years ever since Stu's parents put it up for sale. Until every now and then, people would buy it, but would sell it right afterward because of its dark history. 

Now, Amber Freeman's family owned it.

She was so thrilled about living in the house of Stu Macher because of the Stab movies. I couldn't share the same excitement with her. I got too creeped out. But Amber didn't care. She was fangirling too hard about it.

We pulled up to Amber's house where there's a party. Who the hell has a party right now while there's a fucking killer on the loose?! I suddenly remembered what happened in Stab 1. There was a party toward the end where everybody was going to slaughtered.

"Oh, perfect. Having a party," Richie said sarcastically as he parked the car. "Who has a party in the middle of a killing spree? Look, I'm avoiding the plan-"

"No, no, we're already here," Sam interrupted. "I'll go in quickly and get it. I'll be back in a flash."

"I'm coming too." Tara said, unbuckling herself.

"Wait a sec," I stopped them all and they looked at me. "This is just like what happened in Stab 1."

"Ugh, not right now, Zoey." Sam scoffed, being annoyed that I'm referencing the movie.

"No, I'm serious! Toward the end of Stab 1, there was a party here where all of the slicing and dicing happened. And there's a party going on right now when there's a killer on the loose just like the movie?" Then I shook my head, getting anxious, and, alright I admit, paranoid. "I've got a bad feeling about this."

"You watch too many horror movies." Tara rolled her eyes.

"You know what they say. Listen to the experts. I'm the expert!" 

"Zoey, we don't have time for this," Sam sighed, getting frustrated. "Let's just go."

"Alright, if you think I'm waiting out here just to get murdered, you're out of your mind." Richie said as he's unbuckling himself.

They're all going to go to their deaths in that haunted house. Ugh! I guess I have to go. I should be there and protect my sisters, so they won't get stabbed.

Whoever the killer was, he's somewhere lurking in there. Just waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

We entered the house and a bunch of people celebrated once they saw me and Tara. That we're finally freed from the hospital. She was using her crutches.

Amber came to us and hugged me then Tara. I noticed how she hugged her the longest. They've always been very close.

"What are you doing out of the hospital?" Amber asked with a mix of concern and surprise. "Should you even be up and around?"

"I need my spare inhaler." Tara said.

"Why? Where are you going?" Amber asked.

Me and Tara looked back at Sam if we should tell her. But Sam just shook her head. Maybe that was for the best.