𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

𝟖: 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

I ran away in a cold sweat, being chased down. Chased after. The ghostly mask followed me as I ran into a dark alleyway. I had no other option as my legs carried me through. It felt endless, the harsh feeling of a yank on my hair sent me flying back in a rack of pain.

"No, please! Please let me go!" I managed to let out a choked shout as the pale as snow expression stared back me, cocking its head mockingly. He shoved a knee into my kidney. I couldn't fight back, somehow I just couldn't. He twirled his knife around as another masked psycho appeared behind.

He dragged the knife along my jaw, onto the scarred tissue. I winced at the contact, I felt helpless. The boy on top slowly removed the mask, so doing so the guy behind. Familiar brown bangs shook in my face, he grinned widely with bloodied teeth. It was both Billy, kneeing into me, and Stu, leaning behind him.

"Oh baby," Billy murmured, "we've waited so long for this moment.." he trailed down to my ear. Stu bent down slowly, feeding off the fear on my face. Everything felt blurry, it felt like I was going to pass out, nothing felt real. I tried to scream, nothing came out.

"There's no where to run now, you're trapped with us forever. Forever in our hideout, whether you like it or not." Stu exclaimed, giddy with excitement.

I attempted to scream again, again, and again. No sound, my voice was stuck, lodged into my throat. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Stu went to grab my arms, Billy gripped onto my ankles, both carrying me up. Warm tears streamed down the cheekbones structured onto my face. I couldn't escape, I was trapped, trapped in—

A nightmare, it was a nightmare. Like always. My heart raced, like I had just ran a mile. My forehead drenched in a cold sweat. I took in a couple seconds to myself, recalling every event from that frightful dream. I lifted myself up, groaning and stretching every limb I've got.

"What a nightmare..." I mumbled to myself. I couldn't help but wonder the fact that the dream could've been a sign. A sign that Billy and Stu were the ones out there again.

But then again, there's also Mickey on the apparent 'suspect list' Randy had set up. Whereas, I wished all of this would be over, that's the mindset my mind was stuck on.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, brushed my hair—every essential had practically been in there already. It was all Randy's doing. He knew sometimes I'd have to drop by, it was a nice gesture for him to do.

I groaned, mornings were absolutely not for me. I walked out of the bathroom, almost bumping into Randy.

"You look out of it.." Randy croaked, passing me into the bathroom.

"It's the morning." I mumbled. I wore an anxious face, still slightly shaken up from the tense dream. I scrunched my face, mostly around my nose. Randy watched my movements from the mirror.

"You're doing that thing." Randy stated and washed his face. I leaned against the doorframe. "You scrunch your face a little when your hiding something—and, before you try to deny it, I've seen that look on you many times." he observed. I crossed my arms.

He caught me. Of course he did (Y/N), he's a total expert at reading people. "I had a nightmare." I confessed. Randy turned from the sink, water poured from all over his face as he stared at me.

"About Woodsboro?" Randy questioned.

I shrugged. "I guess. Billy and Stu were in it." I added. I looked down at the floor, pushing away from the uncomfortable leaning position. "Go on." Randy intrigued.

"I was being chased so I ran into an alleyway--that stupid mask was taunting me." I complained. "They pulled me by my hair, onto the ground and he went on top of me. Billy revealed it was him and Stu also did so behind him and they said stuff that makes my blood run cold even thinking about it..and--" I was in the middle of my story, until Randy cut me off.