Do you believe in ghosts? | Winrina adaptation

1 | The Call

Karina

The chilly evening wind blew in my window, sending goosebumps down my body as its gentle caress brushed past my black hair. My chin rested on my palm as I lazily copied Aeri's math homework questions onto my own paper.

Math was never my strong suit, and soon enough, I just began to give up on math all together. I mean, Algebra two? Who actually uses that in real life? I was just glad Aeri failed last years class so she was placed into mine. Aeri was smart, and I'm not sure how she didn't pass.

When I finished copying down the answers, I placed my paper back into my folder and slipped both of our folders into my bag. I zipped it up and placed it back onto the floor before standing up and making my way downstairs.

My mom stood at the stove, stirring pasta noodles and sauce. I sighed happily, taking in the scent of food. "Dad still at work?" I questioned, walking over to the island and grabbing the banana my brother had just started to peel out of his hands.

"Hey!" He whined, glaring at me before he reached for another one.

"Yeah," she sighed, turning around to look at me, "but it's expected. You know how it is, Rina."

I did. Growing up, my parents never had much money, and when they moved to Woodsboro, that sort of changed. They had just enough money for ends to meet, but they tried their hardest to make us happy, and I appreciated it greatly.

I moved to Woodsboro when I was five, and I don't remember my life before moving to the small town. Mom said it wasn't great, so a part of me is glad I don't remember.

"Your girlfriend was calling you," Jeno mumbled, pointing over to my phone that I had forgotten downstairs.

Jeno was younger than me by six years, making him eleven."My girlfriend?" I furrowed my brows at him. Then realization dawned on me. "Aeri isn't my girlfriend, idiot."

I swiftly grabbed my phone and saw I had a missed call and one text. Aeri was asking me to come over, but I sighed. I responded with a simple, sorry, I've got to babysit tonight.

She responded quickly by saying, "that's okay! Another time." I sent her a "def, next time" and got up to help my mom with dinner.

My brother and I sat in the living room, comfortably on the couch, looking through old dvds to try to find a horror movie to watch. I've seen all of the movies we have about ten times each, but there was no harm in re-watching them.

The continuous ringing of a phone made me look over my shoulder. "I'll let you pick the movie, but no Jeepers creepers, that movie is boring as hell." I pushed myself up off the couch and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the my phone.

"Hello?" I answered the phone, leaning against the counter."You know, you really shouldn't be answering the phone this time of night." A deep, male voice said from the other line. This made me pull a brow and look up at the clock."And why's that?" I asked, curiously."Haven't you seen the Stab movies? Nothing good ever happens when you answer the phone past ten.""Then it's a good thing it's only nine fifty-nine, huh?" There was a deep chuckle. "But, to answer your question," I leaned off the counter and walked over to a cabinet, "no, I have not."

There was silence for a moment as I reached up and grabbed a popcorn packet from the cabinet. Just as I shut it, the voice spoke. "You live in Woodsboro, and you haven't seen Stab?""I didn't know that was a requirement," I tilted my head, balancing the phone on my shoulder as I opened the popcorn package and placed it into the microwave. Balling the plastic wrapper up, I shot it into the trash can and smirked victoriously when it made it in.