𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 (𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬 & 𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫)

𝐍 𝐢 𝐧 𝐞

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ALISON'S POV:

All three of us circled around the tiny pixelated screen, laughing as we watched the movie Grease.

"I would totally fuck John Travolta." Tatum said carelessly as her face rested on her chin.

Sidney shot her a disgusted look, "Ew, he's 42 years old now."

"Even better." Tatum said dreamily as she completely eye fucked the actor on the screen.

I let out a laugh as I took a bite of ice cream.  Our fits of laughter were cut off once we heard the phone ring.

"I'll get it." I said as I got up from the bed, making my way to the empty hall way.

I picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Who is this?" The caller on the other line asked.

Their voice was raspy, dark. They kind of sounded like a 50 year old smoker but I ignored my assumptions.

"You're the one who called no? How could you not know you you dialed?" Rolling my eyes.

"Do you-"

I hung up the phone as the caller was midway of talking. I just wanted to contiune watching Grease. As I made my way towards Tatums bedroom the phone rang again. I let out a groan of annoyance. I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Why don't you want to talk to me?" The caller pouted slightly.

"Because you're annoying me." Annoyance laced my words.

A laugh erupted from the other side of the phone, "What's your name?" The caller asked.

"What's it to you?"

"Well, I want to know who I'm looking at."

"You're looking at a bitch who wants to go back to watching Grease and get fat as she eats a tub of Rocky Road ice cream." I gritted out.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and was in motion of hanging up when the callers voice boomed through the phone.

"IF YOU END THIS CALL I'LL GUT YOUR FRIENDS LIKE A FISH!" The person behind the phone spoke with anger.

My eyes narrowed slightly.

"No balls." I spoke as I rested my hand on my hip.

The caller chuckled, "Oh, you'll see doll."

The line disconnected, my eyebrows knitted in confusion. But soon after the sound of glass shattering erupted within the house.

"What the fuck was that?" Tatum yelled as she ran into the hallway.

Sidney followed behind her.

Tatum made her way down the stairs to investigate, but the sound of heavy footsteps made their way up the stairs. Having us all frozen in place.

All three of us were faced with a person dressed in a black cloak along with heavy black combot boots. A white mask rested upon their face, concealing their idenity. The mask was painted white, having the impression of someone screaming. My eyes lowered down to their right hand, a big shiny knife glistened under the light of the
house. The blade was sharp, looking at it made my skin peel of my flesh.

Tatum let out a blood curling scream as the masked person ran towards her in full speed. Sidney ran to Tatums room calling for help. The nerves in my body froze, I couldn't move. Tatum was tackled by the masked person, having them both fall onto the ground. Earing a loud thud. The person took out their knife, pressing it towards Tatums chest. Hot tears rimmed Tatums eyes as her eyes widened in fear.

...Fuck it.

I ran towards Tatum, tackling the masked person.

"TATUM GO WITH SIDNEY!" I yelled as the masked person and I trampled down the stairs.

My head collided with the edge of the stairs, making me see stars. The masked person let out a grunt as our bodies collided with the  bottom of the stairs. The scraping of their knife sliding across the tiled floor made my neck snap towards the weapon.

The masked person and I turned our heads towards each other at the same time. How awkward. They immediately got up, running towards the knife. I stuck my foot out causing them to eat shit. As I reached my hand towards the knife the masked person took ahold of my feet, sliding my body way from the knife. The fuck.

I threw a punch to their face earing a groan to escape their lips. The masked person got on top of me, keeping my body in place by their legs by trapping my waist. I tried wiggling my way out of their grasp but they were one heavy motherfucker. Attempting to escape, I tried hitting them across the face again, only to have my wrists pinned above my head. Making me defenseless.

I immediately froze my actions once the cold sharpened blade was pressed below my ear, resting soundly on my pulse. The person began to slowly drag the knife downwards, apply more pressure the lower they went. My skin felt as though it was going to pop like a cherry. The cold blade pressed against my warm flesh had shivers erupt within my body.

The blade stilled once it came in contact with my collarbone. I could hear the persons shaky breathe under the mask.
My heart was rapidly beating in my chest but I kept my face neutral. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction they were looking for. I know damn well that this fucker wants me on my knees crying for mercy as I hopelessly cry. Fuck that. I kept my eyes on the masks blackness void of eyes, not breaking eye contact.

The knife ripped my skin located on my collar bone, I bit my tounge to suppress my groan of pain. When my blood began to trickle down my flesh the person instantly let go of the knife. Resulting in the knife making a 'clank' sound once it was in contact with the tiled floor. They pressed their hand against the gash they gave me. I gave them an odd look, shocked by their actions.

It seemed as though they were trying to stop my bleeding.

A loud knock was heard, both the mask person and I's neck looked at the door.

"Woodsboro Police Department, open up!" A loud voice boomed at the front door.

The masked person faced me, softly touching my collar bone before getting up and leaving towards the back. I remained on the floor, confused out of my fucking mind. What the fucked happened?