Scream Bitch

Stab Eighteen

Sam Evans stood in his kitchen on Friday night, contemplating which midnight snack he should get. His house was quiet, apart from the sound of buzzing that came from the refrigerator.
He moved his gold locks out of his face before placing his hands on his hips. He thought the trip into the kitchen would be quick, yet here he was, struggling to find one midnight snack.
All of a sudden, there were footsteps slowly thumping their way towards Sam. Instinctively, Sam turned around thinking it were either one of his parents.
When he turned, he saw a masked and hooded figure, the same height as he is, standing in front of him.
"Uh, how'd you get in my house?" Sam questioned.
GhostFace shrugged, leaving Sam as clueless as anything. The young boy looked to his left and saw the backdoor, barely shut.
"The backdoor?" He guessed, gaining a nod from GhostFace. "Well... Well, you need to leave, now."
"I don't think so." GhostFace said.
"Yes!" Sam put his foot down.
Sam couldn't lie, he was practically shitting bricks. He knew the person behind the GhostFace disguise was more than likely the same serial killer who'd killed everyone else. The same person who most likely attacked Santana and Quinn.
Sam buffed out his chest, trying to come off intimidating.
"I'm not a bear you pathetic imbecile." GhostFace stepped forward, causing Sam to quickly step away from them.
The person behind the disguise scoffed at the cowering boy. Without warning, GhostFace lunged forward, taking Sam by surprise. GhostFace grabbed onto Sam's shoulders and threw the blonde headed boy onto the ground.
GhostFace forced themselves on top of Sam while he fought them. Sam managed to grab GhostFace's arms and throw them off to the side. But GhostFace wasn't done yet, they scrambled to their feet and kicked Sam in the face, causing him to fly backwards. The masked person then quickly pulled a buck 120 out from underneath the black cloak.
They threw their body onto Sam, who continued to put up an excellent fight. He punched, he kicked, and he bit. Sam was doing everything he could to keep the person at bay.
GhostFace moved swiftly though. They raised their hand into the air and swung it down, so fast Sam didn't have any time to react and dodge it. The knife was jammed into Sam's stomach, the point of the knife making contact with the flooring beneath them.
Sam froze, his face went pale and his eyes widened. GhostFace removed the knife and watched in delight as Sam coughed up blood. Spewing it all over himself and the floor. GhostFace hopped off Sam and gave him one final blow to the rib cage, before turning around and calmly walking out of the house.

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'Breaking news there-' The tv was turned off. Sam's death had made it to all news articles. GhostFace was back, and it was shaking everyone in Lima Ohio up.
Quinn grunted as she tied her hair up into a high ponytail. She stood in her bathroom, getting ready for her new school, (aka, correctional facility).
"Quinnie! Are you ready?" Her mother called out.
Quinn angrily sighed and forcefully ripped the hair-tie out of her hair.
"Just about mum!" She put on a fake tone.
Quinn re-did her ponytail before heading out of her bathroom into the bedroom. She picked up her small suitcase and headed downstairs. The young girl was met by both her parents standing by the front door, wide smiles on each of their faces.
Their daughter forced a smile and walked out the house with her parents.
The car ride to the facility was awkward. Although Quinn plastered a fake smile, her parents could see right through her.
"You know, this is going to do you some good. After Sam's and his parents' death two nights ago, and Santana's near death, you need to get out before this 'GhostFace' comes after you.... Oh how i'd hate to see my Quinnie go." Her mother wiped a tear.
Quinn had never told her parents about her attack, mainly because the last time she told an adult, they were fairly close to sending her behind bars.
"I know mum, it's just, what about Santana? She's my best friend." Quinn brought up.
"Let's not worry about her, okay? You know she isn't a part of this family." Her father said.
Quinn rolled her eyes and stared out the car window.
The scenery changed from paddocks and houses to woods, and a very slim road, barely suitable for two cars. The pavement beneath the car changed to rocks, causing the car to bounce every so often, while crunching was heard under the car.
The Fabray's took a right and drove up an even thinner road, leading them up to a gigantic stone building. As they got closer, Quinn noticed the buildings windows were bard, so 'prisoners' couldn't escape. The family stopped at a giant metal gate, that was connected to a giant fence, surrounding the entire building. Russel punched in a code and the gates opened. The family drove up to the front of the building where an older woman stood.
The family got out of the car, Quinn dragging her suitcase behind her.
"I see you remembered the code." The woman said. When she smiled her face wrinkled up.
"Took a bit to remember." Russel laughed, but the woman didn't join him.
She looked to Mrs. Fabray and held out her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Judy. And this here must be Quinn!" She gushed. "I'm Mrs. Dean!"
Mrs. Dean placed her hands on Quinn's face and played with her cheeks before stepping back. Quinn forced a smile.
"I can definitely tell she's going to be in good hands." Mrs. Fabray warmly smiled.
"Oh, of course! We prioritize our children's wellbeing and education. She'll be more than perfectly fine here." There was something about Mrs. Deans smile that unsettled Quinn deeply.
"Wonderful! Well, your mother and i should get going now. We'll see you sometime during the week. Be good, Quinn." Her dad kissed her on the forehead. "Bye Mrs. Dean, and thank you for taking our daughter away from the danger behind these gates."
Mrs. Dean gave Russel no expression and turned to Mrs. Fabray. "We'll see you around. Have a safe drive, Judy."
Judy gave her daughter a massive hug before climbing into the car, joining her husband. The two drove off down to the gate. Quinn turned away from them and looked at Mrs. Dean. The older lady's smile didn't look genuine, it was so forced Quinn felt like she was going to die from the awkwardness.
"Why don't we head inside now, dear? And let's change those clothes." Mrs. Dean opened the door for Quinn.
Quinn took a deep breath and walked inside.
The building was cold, which sent chills down Quinn's body. She was led down a hall with many doors on either side of her, with small windows. As the young girl and Mrs. Dean were walking, Quinn snuck some glances into the small windows
She was taken back when she saw girls in beige dresses that went to their knees, depressingly sitting on their beds. Some even on the ground.
Guards stood every twenty feet apart from each other, some with dogs, others on their own.
Mrs. Dean led Quinn to an unoccupied room.
"This is your room for the time being. There's a spare change of clothes on your bed. Now, you're going to hear a bell in about an hour, so as soon as you do, follow the other girls to the dining hall. You'll hear the bell every day at the exact same time; eight in the morning, twelve in the afternoon, and six for dinner."
Quinn begrudgingly dragged her suitcase in the room and looked around. The room was small, almost like a prison cell. The walls were padded so students couldn't hurt themselves. There was a small door to the right of the room that led to a bathroom. The bed was pressed against the wall on the left, with Quinn's new clothes.
"I'll let you get settled." Mrs. Dean said and shut the door behind Quinn.
Quinn sighed and slumped her shoulders.
"What the fuck is this place?" She asked herself. "There's no way this is better than facing GhostFace!"
Frustratingly, Quinn changed into the dress and immediately froze to death. The dress was incredibly thin, and didn't keep her warm in the slightest.