[FEAR STREET X OCS]
"The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I follow."
All Reyes ever wanted was simple; defeat Sunnyvale, reunite her two best friends who had been torn apart by misunderstandings, and maybe, just maybe, convinc...
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I. killer capital usa
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"Shadyside, small town America. But among locals, a history of horror has earned it another nickname, Killer Capital USA. And last night, tragedy struck again."
The TV screen went dark as Reyes's father switched it off with a snap. It was a familiar routine, every time the local news dredged up Shadyside's bloody history, her mother's unease resurfaced. A shadow from 1978 that had never fully lifted.
"Reyes, what have I told you about having this on in the house?" Her father's voice was soft, but the edge of concern was unmistakable.
"I know, ama. I just." Reyes paused, her throat tight. "I knew the girl who died."
Heather Watkins. They weren't close, but they shared the same biology class. They'd swap jokes over frog dissections, and Heather always made time for a quick Slush Puppie when Reyes wandered into the mall. Reyes couldn't wrap her mind around it, Heather, murdered. And by Ryan Torres, of all people. A boy she barely knew, but who Heather always described as annoying but harmless. Sweet, even. Now he was a killer.
Her father's face softened. "I'm sorry, Nak. I didn't realise. Are you okay?"
Reyes shrugged, though her insides felt tangled. "I'm fine. Where's mum, though? I didn't see her this morning."
It was unusual. Her mum was always there, making sure Reyes ate breakfast, nagging about how late she'd stayed up the night before. But today, nothing. Not even a goodbye.
"She went to see a friend." Her father replied. "Strange, right? But I'm glad. It's good for her to get out."
Reyes blinked. Her mum? Out of the house, meeting a friend? The woman barely left her bedroom, let alone the house. And she certainly didn't have any friends. At least, none that Reyes knew of. She and her father had spent years trying to coax her out, encouraging her to take a walk, join some community group, anything. But her mother always refused, claiming she had 'important things' to do at home.
"Wait, what friend?" Reyes asked, suspicion creeping into her voice. "Who could she possibly-"
"I don't know, I didn't ask. I was just excited to see her actually leave the house." Her father interrupted. "Speaking of leaving the house, shouldn't you be on your way to school?"
