1980'S HORROR FILM ➭ SCREAM

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CHAPTER THREE・*: ·. ⇌ ஜ  .·: *

   "Promise me you won't get involved?"

   Phoebe huffs, twirling a pencil between her fingers, "you want me to lie?"

   "Phoebe I'm serious, why don't you come here? Where you're safe." Her father insists.

   The girl rolls her eyes, leaning on her elbows to keep her upper body up. "And stomp around in dirty snow and sit in a hotel room all day? Gross, no thanks." She scrunches her nose, distaste dripping off her tongue.

   "This isn't funny, Phoebe."

   The girl rolls over on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Did she think it was funny? Unironically, absolutely. What were the odds? A so-called serial killer at large just a few months after she moves here, targeting kids her age– at her school.

   Phoebe cranes her neck as she stands, folding her arm over her chest as she stares at the wall. Grainy pictures of Steve and Casey were tapped to her wall, connected by a thin blue string. On the wall there were several other pictures plastered about, pictures of Steven and Casey's parents and siblings connected by her string to create a small spider web.

   At the top was a large question mark, connected to both Steven and Casey, the killer of course. She bites her lip, "Stu is a bit obvious, right? Ex boyfriend trope is so the seventies."

   "Phoebe." Her father sighs.

   "Just, play along, would you? God, you're such a downer tonight." Phoebe complains, holding the phone between her shoulder and ear.

   "Probably because there's a serial killer outside your window." He taunted, making her roll her eyes for the third time in the past five minutes.

   "If the killer wanted me, they wouldn't wait outside my window like a freak– that's what stalkers and pervs are for." Phoebe remarked, bashfully peeking out her window.

   "Right; who else is on your list?" He asks.

   Phoebe smiles, "Other than their family members there's Stu, Principal Himbry, Sidney, Randy, and... Oliver."

   "Not a very big list, kid."

   Phoebe groaned, "I know, I still have to find out who Casey and Steven were friends with. I'm still not entirely sure about Stu, a bit cliche like I said."

   "Sidney Prescott? You think she could be the killer?" He asks, unsure.

   Phoebe frowns, "she's at the top of my list, actually. The shy girl from next door act isn't fooling me, the quiet ones always have some weird kink. Maybe hers is killing."

   Her father sighs, she hears someone else on the other end of the line speak in a low voice. She bites her lip, straining her ears. "Look, I got to go but just– theorize from a distance, yeah?"

"Nope! Bye, love you."

   Phoebe gathers her homework off the floor, shoveling it into her bag as she eyes her wall. Maybe it was a bit much but considering how this town handled Sidney's mother murder made Phoebe uneasy. She stares at her own picture on her wall, connected to Steven Orth as her doorbell echos through her house.