Scream X The walking dead crossover

Chapter 1

Pete Anderson had just gotten home from a long day at work. He worked as a surgeon, so his job was very stressful. "Jessie! Ron! Sam!" He called out to his wife and two sons. None of them answered. He figured they were at some friends's houses or something and they'd be back soon. Nevertheless, he grabbed himself a cold beer from the fridge and sat down on the couch.

He sighed with relief. Now he could finally relax. He slipped off his shoes and then grabbed the remote for the TV. Before he could flip it on, however, he suddenly got a phone call. At first he thought it was his wife or older son, so he looked. The phone read Unknown Caller. He answered it, thinking it was someone from work who had gotten a knew number.

"Hello?" Pete answered, taking a swig of beer. "Hello." The voice answered. It had not been any of Pete's colleges. "Who is this?" Pete asked, confused as to why a random person was calling him. "Who is this?" The person on the other line asked. "Look buddy, I think you have the wrong number." Pete told the person. "Oh, I'm sorry to have wasted your time." The person said. Pete then hung up the phone and said to himself, "Idiot."

Pete took another swig of beer and once again tried to turn the TV on, but his phone rang again. He sighed, "Hello?" He answered, now slightly annoyed. "Hi." It was the same person from before. "Ugh, you again?" Pete asked, annoyed. "I'm sorry, I must've dialed the wrong number." The person told Pete, sounding sincere. "Then why'd you dial it again?" Pete asked the person, now slightly more annoyed than he was before. "I just wanna talk with you." The voice told him. "There's hotlines for that." Pete told the person, about to hang up.

"Wait, don't hang up. I wanna talk to you, Pete." Pete froze. How did  this person know his name? "Who are you?" Pete asked, now getting angry. "I'm someone who knows where you live. How's the beer by the way?" The person told him. How did he know Pete was drinking beer? "How did you know that?" Pete asked, less annoyed and more confused and worried. 

He thought about hanging up and calling one of his best friends, who happen to be a cop, but instead decided on staying on the line with this creep to tell the cops what he said later on. "I can see you, Pete. I'm at your front door." The creep told him.

Pete warily made his way over to his front door and opened it. There was nothing there. He looked from side to side, thinking it was some kids pulling a prank. He still saw nothing. He locked the door and then made his way over to the dining room, to the back door. "You thought you could find me that easily?" The creep asked. 

"What do you want from me?" Pete asked, a little scared. "What's your favorite scary movie, Pete?" The creep asked him. "What? Are you trying to imitate Stab? If so, it won't work on me asshole." Pete told him, before hanging up.

Seconds later, the phone rang again. Pete figured it was the same creep again, so he ignored it. Suddenly, Pete got a text message.

Unknown Number: Don't you ignore my calls you son of a bitch.

Pete got scared and before he could do anything, his phone rang, startling him. He answered and the voice on the other line said, "Now that you're talking to me again, What's your favorite scary movie?" He couldn't think of any movies, so he just blurted out the first movie that came to mind. "Stab." Pete stated.

The creep laughed, "So you like Stab huh? How about you can star in the remake? As the role of... the first victim."  Suddenly, Pete got stabbed in the back. He stumbled forward and turned around as the creep pulled out the knife from his back.

Pete turned around and saw a person in a ghostface mask. Pete gasped and kicked ghostface in the stomach, making him topple over. Pete began to run, when he got stabbed in the ankle. He screamed, falling onto the floor. He started crawling away, bit he got stabbed again in his back. His back burned as he crawled. 

Ghostface grabbed his ankle, pulling him towards him. This person was obviously very strong, meaning Pete barely could fight this person off. He tried to kick the person, but he got flipped around so that he was facing Ghostface. 

GHostface stabbed him in the chest, making more of Pete's body start to burn in pain. GHostface stabbed  Pete a few more times. Pete ripped off the mask and saw who it was. "Why?" He asked before he felt his life slip away from the world.