SCREAM 4 ME

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Francis stumbles her way outside of the house, her head spinning from the effects of the alcohol. She makes her way around to the double garage, swaying slightly as she walks. The garage door is partially open, and Francis fumbles with the latch before managing to push it all the way open. As she steps inside, she's hit with the smell of gasoline and motor oil, which only adds to her disorientation. Despite the dim light, Francis can make out a few items scattered around the garage - an old motorcycle covered in a tarp, a pile of old boxes stacked in one corner, and a few tools scattered haphazardly on a workbench.

Stumbling over to the workbench, Francis manages to steady herself on the edge of it, her eyes scanning the garage for any sign of trouble. She knows that she's supposed to be keeping a lookout, but her thoughts are muddled, and she can barely keep her eyes open. As she stands there, swaying and unsteady, Francis begins to feel a sudden sense of unease. She can't quite put her finger on what's wrong, but she knows that something isn't right. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, she forces herself to focus, her eyes scanning the garage once again, searching for any sign of danger.

As Francis stands unsteadily in the garage, her senses dulled by the alcohol coursing through her veins, she suddenly hears a loud mechanical whirring sound. Before she can even react, the automatic garage door begins to slowly descend, cutting off the light and trapping her inside.

Startled by the sudden movement, Francis stumbles backward, tripping over a pile of old boxes and falling to the ground with a thud. She lets out a yelp of surprise, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggles to get back to her feet.

Panic sets in as she realises that she's trapped inside the garage, alone and vulnerable. The darkness presses in on her, and she can feel her breaths coming faster and shallower as she tries to keep her fear at bay. For a moment, Francis freezes, unsure of what to do next. But then she remembers her mission - to keep a lookout for Ghostface - and she forces herself to stay alert, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger.

As Francis scrambles to her feet, she hears the activation of what sounds like a voice modulator starting up, sending shivers down her spine. She tenses up, her heart pounding in her chest, and looks around the garage, trying to locate the source of the sound.

Suddenly, Ghostface's voice fills the air, taunting her from somewhere within the darkness of the garage. The sound seems to be coming from all around her, making it impossible for her to pinpoint the killer's exact location. Francis's breath catches in her throat as she realises the danger she's in. She takes a few tentative steps backward, her eyes darting around the garage, searching for any sign of movement. As Ghostface continues to speak, his words dripping with menace and malice, Francis begins to feel a sense of rising panic. She knows that she's trapped in the garage with a killer, and she has no way of defending herself.

She tries to speak.

"What's the matter, Francis? Cat got your tongue?"

"Where are you?" She calls.

"Right here," says Ghostface sternly.

As Ghostface continues to taunt Francis, his voice ringing out through the darkness of the garage, she suddenly hears a loud crash that jolts her out of her fear-induced trance. The sound of metal objects crashing into the concrete floor reverberates through the space, echoing off the walls and adding to her sense of disorientation.

Francis spins around, trying to locate the source of the noise. Her eyes scan the shadows of the garage, searching for any signs of movement, but she sees nothing.

For a moment, she hesitates, unsure of what to do next. But then she realises that the noise could be a distraction, a way for Ghostface to catch her off guard. She tenses up, preparing herself for whatever comes next.