𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 ³

Chapter 1

hi guys! i never planned on making book 3 for deadly obsession, though here we are. So buckle up, this is wild!

pairing is kind of obvious, though you'll see how this goes. You guys loved book 1 and 2 so much i've decided on doing this.

WARNING! this book is dark and has sensitive themes, scenes, topics, etc.

Do not like, do not read. Simple as that. I promise, though, I don't always add kids in my books:)

You smile, waking up to sunshine. Since finishing College, You completely isolated yourself and your family. Deciding this would be better. Randy somehow survived, so you were married now, three kids, two being his biological kids.

You smell something delicious, going to the kitchen. Your kids hugging you. "Mommy! your now five-year old smiled. Cordelia looked like Billy, so you saw him in her. You didn't blame her of course.

"Good morning, sweetie, where is your brothers? You asked. She pointed to Randy, holding your newborn while your three-year old sang kid songs. He still was his goofy self. Nothing changed. He hums, before smiling.

Handing you your newborn, He kisses your forehead, "I have to go to work, Love you, (Y/N)." "Love you too, You replied. You worked from home, and Cordelia went off for school. Kindergarten, gosh, she's growing.

"Ready for school? You smiled, your daughter nodding. "I have my backpack, Mommy! Cordelia grins, wearing her backpack. You bring your other kids with you while you walked her for school. Once you see her bus, You wave, kiss her forehead, then leave.

You begin working, your job would seem odd for some people, but you loved your job. You worked at the California women's crisis center. You dialed the number, before picking up.

"This is Hannah in Monterey reporting in for work, You spoke, keeping your true identity secret, even for your operator. "Alright Hannah I'll patch you right  in to a call, She responds. "Thanks, You respond, going on call.

"Hello? A woman spoke. "Yes, hi I'm Hannah, I'm a trained counselor. How can I help you? You asked.

"I think I just killed somebody."

You were stunned, of course. Full on confession. You weren't sure what you should do. "Are you sure? You respond, calmly.

"Uh-huh I'm sure. I've killed someone! OH MY GOD I'VE ACTUALLY KILLED SOMEONE!"

"Well then the people you need to call are the police."

"No I need to call you. Just you."

"I'm sorry, your voice-"

"Don't you want to know how you can help, (y/n)?"

Your eyes widened, hoping this was some sick joke. Now you realized why her voice seemed so familiar. The voice belonged to your own mother, but how? She would never do this. Plus, she would never speak through some crisis counselor. Your mother knew better.

Someone replicated her voice.

"Are you listening to me, huh?"   

"Who the fuck is this?"

"It's mother, (Y/N), now be a good girl and turn on the news. DO IT!"

From your fear, You do like you were asked. Seeing some reporter by he Hollywood sign. God, you despised these dumb stab movies. Shouldn't they know by now?

"The mutilated bodies were discovered late last night by the L.A.P.D, prominent actor Cotton Weary was slated for a role in the upcoming STAB 3: RETURN TO WOODSBORO."

You stop watching, your newborn son peacefully sleeping, your other son, playing.

"Do you think it's over (Y/N)? Do you?"

You knew this was neither Billy or your brother, just some sick copycat, like usual. Though the voice now changed. Slightly off, but good enough for you to worry.

"W-what do you want?"

"I want to finish what I started. I want to finish the game."

"You sick fuck I'm tracing this call as we speak! The police are gonna nail your ass!"

"Let them try. You'll never find me. I've already gotten away with murder before. For instance, Maureen Prescott."

"Nice try, motherfucker. You didn't kill Maureen. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher did."

"Heh. So you think (Y/n). So you think. It's all been building up to this (N/N). Every STAB. Every SCREAM. Every ounce of blood that's been spilled has all been leading up to this moment. WELCOME TO THE FINAL ACT."

How did he know your nickname? Only your close friends knew, your family as well. Of course, being Stu Macher's only sister, You were popular, disliked by some, believing you were murderous like him.

"The final act? Well let's play asshole!"

"No. We play in my court this time. Come to Hollywood. STAB 3's going to cutting corners cast-wise.  And I've got my eyes set on a technical advisor named Dewey Riley."

"If you lay a hand on him I'll fucking kill you!"

"Great. A spirited one. I'll be seeing you real soon (Y/N). Real soon."

He hangs up, and now you felt like crying. You should call Sidney, she experienced this. If you worried Randy, he would leave work for this. Maybe even be fired. Your kids. You hoped he wouldn't bring them into this.

You googled up Stab 3. Like you should've. You knew you shouldn't be so, worried. You were. You sighed. You were unsure. Should you really go? Or no?

The director was some guy named Roman Bridger. Young for a director. No wonder this movie seemed horrible. Like the first two movies. You ringed up Sidney. You frequently called her, still close.

"This is Sidney Prescott, leave a message, *BEEP*"

"Hey Sid, please call back when you can. This is an emergency."

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You smile, seeing Sidney pull up. She picked up quickly. Unlike you, she moved on. Living her life. Both you finished College. Her life seemingly was awesome. "I came as soon as I could, She spoke, hugging you. "What's up (Y/N)?"

"I need you to watch... the kids, You spoke, slightly nervous. Sidney's hair was slightly longer, though still shorter than in Highschool. "Of course, I planned on being off work anyways, She replied." Why though? On short notice?"

Seems like she was unbothered by Ghostface.

"I need to.. go to Hollywood. Some sicko called me. He murdered those people, Sid."

Sidney frowned. "Another copycat?" You nodded. She replied, "We will end this. You should go, though."