SCREAM 4 ME

CHAPTER TWENTY

At 261 Turner Lane was a modest two-story home located in the suburbs of Woodsboro. The exterior was painted in a neutral beige colour with white trim and had a small front porch with a swing. The front yard was well-manicured with a neatly trimmed lawn and a few shrubs and trees.

Upon entering the house, guests would find themselves in a small entryway with a coat closet to the right. To the left was a small living room with a couch, armchair, and coffee table. Straight ahead was a narrow hallway leading to the kitchen and dining area. The kitchen was relatively spacious, with modern appliances and a large centre island. The dining area was adjacent to the kitchen, with a rectangular wooden table and six chairs. A sliding glass door led to the backyard, which was fenced in and had a small patio area with a grill and outdoor furniture. Upstairs, there were three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The master bedroom had a queen-size bed, a dresser, and a walk-in closet. The two smaller bedrooms had twin beds, dressers, and small closets. The bathrooms were clean and modern, with white tiles and a bathtub in one and a shower in the other.

As the group arrives at 261 Turner Lane, they are immediately struck by a sense of familiarity mixed with apprehension. The house is located on a quiet suburban street, and from the outside, it looks like an ordinary, unassuming residence. However, Charlie and his friends know that this is the house where Stu Macher and Billy Loomis carried out their killing spree years ago, and the memories of that night weigh heavily on their minds.

As they approach the front door, Charlie can feel his heart racing with nervous anticipation. He takes a deep breath and looks around at his friends, whom all seem equally on edge. Dewey, who is leading the group, reaches out and turns the doorknob, and they all file inside.

The interior of the house is dimly lit, with the curtains drawn and the only light coming from a few lamps scattered around the living room. The air is stale, and the smell of dust and neglect lingers in the air. Charlie shivers involuntarily and wraps his arms around himself, feeling like he's walked into a haunted house.

"Leslie? Are you here?" Dewey calls.

They hear footsteps approaching and then an older woman looks out from the doorway and smiles softly at them.

"Dewey, hi".

As Leslie Macher enters the room, Charlie and the others turn to look at her. She is a middle-aged woman, with greying hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her face is lined with wrinkles, evidence of a life that has not always been easy. Charlie can see a family resemblance between Leslie and her brother Stu, who used to live in the house. Leslie's eyes scan the group, and she seems to be taking in everything that is going on. Charlie can't help but feel a little uneasy under her gaze. After all, this is the brother of one of the most infamous killers in Woodsboro's history. And this is the house where it all happened.

Charlie can see a hint of sadness in her eyes and wonders if Leslie has been affected by the Ghostface murders in some way. But he doesn't have time to ask, as Dewey is already leading the group back to work. As they move about the house, setting up equipment and discussing strategy, Charlie can't help but wonder what other secrets might be lurking in the dark corners of 261 Turner Lane.

As Charlie reaches the top of the stairs, he looks around the hallway, noticing the pictures on the wall that have been there for as long as he can remember. He takes a deep breath and approaches Stu's old bedroom. The door creaks as he pushes it open, and he steps inside.

The room is dimly lit, with the only light coming from a small lamp on the nightstand. Charlie's eyes adjust to the darkness, and he takes in his surroundings.

The walls are adorned with posters of his favourite bands, and a few framed photos of Stu and his friends hang on the wall. Charlie walks over to the bed and sits down, the mattress still firm and covered in the same blue bedding. He can almost feel Stu's presence in the room.