We Will Meet Again - - SCREAM 6

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'Time for the big finale!!'

Lana Bates

It was a dark, cold night. The moon was hidden behind a group of clouds, barely visible, but still bright. This usually made Lana feel lucky, but today was definitely not a lucky day for her.

Lana sighed as she lied down on the couch, a bowl of popcorn sitting on top of her chest. Her right hand was sat down in the bowl, and her left hand was controlling the television.

"Hm.. let's see.." she muttered to herself, scrolling through her movie's. She hummed a song while she clicked on the 'Horror' category.
She hit the button on the remote, reading about Stab.

"This is a classic! I wonder why I haven't watched it yet," she yawned, pressing play.
The beginning was like any normal horror movie- - a victim was always at the beginning.

After a few minutes of letting it play, there was action. Lana was yelling at the television, kicking her legs out. "Come on! Go! Run! Don't stay crouched down- - shit! Of course you had to get caught! Dumbass.." she muttered, shaking her head as she slumped her head down.

When her death scene came on, Lana just stared, clearly not shocked at all.
"See? That's why you have to pay attention! If I ever went through that, I'm sure I'd be smarter." She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
She reached over to grab her water, accidentally spilling it.

"Shit!" She shouted, grabbing the bowl of popcorn. She sat it down on the couch while rushing over towards her cup of water. "I really should get a towel.." she whispered, sighing softly.
She wiped her forehead, groaning as she walked across the hall.

She opened up the closet door, a towel falling down at her feet. She chuckled, smiling. "Huh. How convenient." She shrugged, grabbing it. She quickly walked away, cleaning up the spill.

She reached into her pocket, her phone buzzing. She groaned, pausing her movie.
She answered the phone, her eyes narrowed.

"Hello? Who is this?" The voice spoke. Lana rolled her eyes.  "Well, you called me, so.."

"Well, tell me who you are."

"I think you have the wrong number." Lana ended the call, unpausing her movie. She mocked the man, rolling her eyes. "What a bastard." She scoffed, shaking her head.
She waked over to the couch, sitting down. She crossed her legs, starting at the television.
Her phone began to buzz again, causing her to sigh loudly.
She answered it bitterly, frowning. "Listen dude- -"

"No, you listen. I wanna talk to you."
Lana rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Fine. What do you wanna talk about, hm?" She said in a high pitched voice, fluttering her eyes.

"Stop fluttering your eyes like that."

Lana stopped immediately, her eyes widening. "What..? How did- - how.." her voice trailed off as she stood up.

"What movie are you watching?"

"How the fuck do you expect me to not freak the fuck out?! You just fucking.. can you see me?"

"Answer the fucking question."

Lana's eyes became bloodshot as she stood up. Her eyes darted around the room. She started to rush towards the front door, hitting the popcorn bowl off of the couch as she did this.
Popcorn flew out all over the floor, but she didn't care. She locked the door, pushing her body up against it.

"I- - I'm watching Stab 1.. w- - why do you ask?" She sputtered out, falling down to the floor as she held the phone up to her ear.

"Oh, that's a classic. You do know it's based on a true story, right?"
The voice asked. Lana could hear him chuckling.

"Who even are you?" Lana asked softly, her voice trembling.

"Ghostface."

Lana's mood had shifted immediately as she stood up, running over towards the back door. She locked it as well, her hands shaking.

"You do know that locking the door's aren't gonna work, right? I'll find a way in to slit your throat and make your death as slow as possible."

Lana began to sob loudly out of fear. She dropped her phone to the ground, running over towards the middle of the room. There really was nowhere to go.
The front door began to unlock, causing Lana to run over towards it. She slammed the door shut, putting all of her body weight against it. She wished that she would be able to keep the back door shut as well.

When Lana turned around, wiping sweat off of her face, she started to smell smoke.
She ran over towards her phone, grabbing it.
Ghostface was still on the call.

"What did you do?!" She screamed loudly, the smell of smoke making her gag.
Ghostface chuckled loudly, ending the call, but Lana could still hear the horrible chuckling.

Lana ran over towards the stove, finding the source of the problem. She shut them off, the smell of smoke disappearing right after.

Out of nowhere, her hair was pulled, causing her to fall to the floor. She began to get dragged, which made her scream loudly in pain.

"FUCK! LET GO OF ME!" She shrieked, kicking her legs. Ghostface had actually listened, dropping her to the floor. He kicked her side, watching her gasp for air.

"Ah- - f- fuck.." Lana held her side, groaning. Ghostface lifted up his foot, stomping into her nose.
Lana screamed loudly, an audible crack echoing throughout the room, but Ghostface didn't stop there.
He bent down, throwing her body against the wall, causing her head to jerk back.
Her vision became blurry while she yelped loudly. "Stop it! I didn't do anything wrong!" She begged, her eyes shutting tightly.

Ghostface had raised his knife, walking over towards her.
But, Lana began to kick her legs, landing one lucky kick on his jaw.
"You little whore!" Ghostface groaned, rubbing his mask.

He threw his knife, hitting Lana's side. She gasped loudly, blood pouring out at an alarming rate. She tried to stand up, but that just made the knife fall out, which made more blood rush out. She cried out in pain.
Ghostface watched her trying to run, but thickly grabbed the knife. He threw it at her shoulder. He watched her fall down to the ground, screaming out in pain.

Ghostface darted over towards her, grinning. He pulled his knife out of her shoulder, stabbing her in the side of her throat, causing her to choke on her blood.
When he knew she was dead, he flipped her over and plunged the knife into her stomach, pulling it down. He watched her organs fall out, laughing. He dropped the knife down onto her face just one more time before wiping the blood off of the knife, running out of the house.

Lana was just there, lying down on the ground, her body covered in blood, practically torn apart.

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