Geek Without His Beauty

Sixteen

We ended up having to go back into the police station. Another actor who was supposed to be okay Billy was murdered. He was blown up in Jennifer Jolie's house, she was the one playing Gale. Her bodyguard was also murdered. Gale and Dewey had been there when it happened. The killer left another picture of Sidney's mother at the scene like he did with Cotton and Sarah Darling. "This was left at Miss. Westbrook's murder scene." Kincaid handed me a picture of Randy and her kissing. But she had been scratched out and there was something written on the back.

"You're welcome, yn."

"Care to tell me what this is about?" He asked. We looked up at him with confusion. "There's nothing to tell. Is that why you wanted us to come in? You think we have something to do with this?" I asked. He studied me for a couple seconds before answering. "Do you have something to do with this Miss. Loomis? What about you Mr. Meeks? Care to explain what kind of relations you had with Miss. Westbrook?” he asked. Randy just looked at him dumbfounded. “I didn’t have any kind of relationship with her. She came up to me during a break. When I tried to explain to her I was not interested she still didn’t move and then she kissed me. That is all there was to it. I pushed her away.”

Kincaid nodded his head and turned back to me. You were there that day as well, correct?” he asked. I didn’t say anything; he already knew the answer to that. “The camera footage shows you running off and running into your brother. You were upset about what you saw, I'm sure.” I scoffed, “look detective, I didn’t kill anyone if that’s what you’re getting at. I was at home. Actually we’re all there at mine and Billy’s house. We didn’t go to bed until two in the morning. Would you like the camera footage to prove it?” he leaned back in his chair and gave a small smirk.

After that we headed to the studio. Sidney wanted to see the places in the pictures of her mother. She had no idea that she used to be an actress, she had never talked about her life before she met her bad. While there we went into a trailer to talk about the rules. Of course this was Randy’s idea. He always had rules for everything. He went on to tell us that the killer, whoever it might be, will be almost indestructible. That anyone can die even the main characters, and lastly that the past always comes back to bite you in the ass. 

After that Tatum and Stu left, Sidney went to the bathroom, Gale went off to do whatever she does, and the rest of us stood around. While Billy and Randy were talking to Dewey and the detective's were busy I let myself wander. I walked into the studio. It was set up to look like Woodsboro. We'll at least part of it. They had sets that looked like Sidney's and Stu's house. It was so eerie in here with the lights deemed down. I was at the back part of the set of Stu's house.

I walked through the garage and then into the house part. It was fucking identical which made it even creepier. The memories of that night flashed into my head. Looking out the front door I could see Sidney's house but I went to the other door. As soon as I opened it I gasped. They had a set for Casey's house too. They probably used it for when they made the first Stab movie. New memories flashed into my mind.

The memories of that night. It was just supposed to be like any other night. A couple horror movies, popcorn, and a bunch of gossip between two friends. Except that night turned into our own horror movie. It felt like we were in When a Stranger Calls. We got a phone call and then we were fucking chased through the house. Only back then I had no idea it was my brother and his bear friend. They even had fake blood on the side of the house where I had been stabbed. The tree with the swing was there too. It was all just a flashback.

I walked back into Stu's house and ended up running into someone. I jumped and spun around. When I looked up my heart slammed into my throat. A scream bubbled up and my feet tripped over nothing as I tried to run. I ran out the front door, down the stairs and across to Sidney's house. I slammed that door shut, locked it and ran up the stairs. Me and another person screamed. "Fuck! Sid? What–what the fuck is going on?" She put her hand over my mouth. "The killers in here," she whispered. I moved her hand, "I know he chased me in here."

We heard a noise downstairs and Sidney opened the door but stopped. We looked down to see the set of her bedroom. It was about a ten or so foot drop down. We had no other choice but to hold onto the sides of the wall and close the door. When it was opened again Sidney pulled on the killer's arm and pulled him through the door. He landed on the bed below and we carefully climbed back through. We went to run down the stairs until we heard an almost whisper of someone.

"Sidney."

She slowly made her way to a door that had police tape across it. I hesitated for a second before following her. When I got there I gasped. The room was set up for the scene of her mother's death. "Oh, my god, Sid. We should go," I said. She didn't listen though and walked further into the room. I heard a noise from downstairs so I walked to the railing. I could have sworn I heard someone say my name. And against my better judgment I slowly descended the stairs.

The voice got louder the closer I got outside. I saw something or someone walking around the back to Stu's house, well the set of his house. I stopped on the stairs of Sidney's house and then I heard a scream and saw Sidney falling to the ground. "Sid!" I ran towards her and helped her up. "He's inside! Yn, run!" Just as I looked back at the door there the killer was.

She grabbed a hold of my hand and we ran only to run into someone. We both screamed. "Hey! Hey! Stop fucking screaming, it's just me!" We both calmed down and looked up to see Billy. Shortly after that Randy and Dewey came running up behind him. "What are you doing in here?" Randy asked, coming over to me. "My mother. Dewey, my mother." Sidney was crying. I saw Billy stiffen but Sidney put her face in his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. "Shit, Sid, you weren't supposed to see that," Dewey said. "He's here! The killer, he was in here!" I said. Police officers checked out the set and came back to tell Kincaid that nobody was there. Now we just looked fucking delusional.