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Tara looks back as she runs, watching as the killer chases after her and her sister.


"Help! Please!" Tara screamed.


"In there!" Sam says. The two rush into a bodega and run to the guy up front. Tara looks at him, "Please! Please help us!"


The girls ramble about the killer chasing them. A guy behind them then speaks, "They're fucking lying!"


Tara frantically points at the door as Ghostface enters, looking around.


Sam turns around, protecting Tara as the two run off behind the guy that was once behind them.


"You got a problem here, big guy?"


Ghostface tilts its head before stabbing the guy multiple times in the eye, then the neck.


The now lifeless body gets tossed against the front counter as Ghostface stabs another man who tried to intervene, slicing his throat.


The robed figure walks towards Sam and Tara as the guy at the front counter grabs a shotgun. Ghostface snaps its head back, rushing towards the fire extinguisher. It breaks the glass and grabs it.


Sam and Tara duck as a shot is fired.


"Go out the back!" He yells.


Sam and Tara try desperately to get out. "It's locked," Sam spoke.


Tara turns around, "Keys! We need your keys!"


The store owner looks down, grabbing his keys. Ghostface appears behind him, raising the extinguisher.


Tara's eyes widened, "Watch out!"


The owner looks at Ghostface, screaming as his face gets bashed in.


Blood splatters everywhere. Tara and Sam feel sick as they watch the once alive clerk get beat to death with a fire extinguisher. Ghostface just keeps going.


The store gets bloodier and bloodier. The attack soon comes to an end as Ghostface tosses the extinguisher. He grabs the gun and shoots the clerk before aiming it at the two sisters.


The immediate reaction is to run.


Ghostface looks at the screaming girls, cocking its gun.


It immediately starts running, shooting anything in its way. Tara covers her mouth to prevent any screams from escaping her lips. A tear falls from her eye, glistening down her cheek.


Her right cheek drips in black. She looks over at Sam, wiping her ruined mascara off her face. That didn't stop the tears from falling.

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