In the small town of Woodsboro, the once jubilant atmosphere surrounding the annual homecoming celebrations turns ominous when the sister of Odessa, Tiffany Black the reigning homecoming queen, is brutally murdered by a mysterious assailant dressed...
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CHAPTER SEVEN ! "HE HAD A GUN"
WOODSBORO HIGH ! Dominique Pemberton 27th of September 2014
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IT WAS 7 PM AND SCHOOL WAS LONG OVER. Dominique had to turn to school because she had forgotten her cheer outfit at the locker room.
"i hate being clumsy." dominique grunts as she begins to walk faster in the hallway. The lights were flickering on and off. "This is looks like straight out of a horror story." There were shivers down her spine.
The school hallway lay deserted as Dominique, lost in thought, made her way to the locker room. The dim glow of flickering lights cast an eerie atmosphere, accentuated by the late hour.
Unbeknownst to her, a chilling presence lingered in the shadows.
Dominique, preoccupied with her thoughts, fumbled with the combination lock on her locker. The air felt heavy with an inexplicable tension, causing her to glance nervously around.
Unsettled, she tried to shake off the feeling, attributing it to the late hour and the desolation of the school.
As she opened her locker, a sudden movement caught her eye. A figure, cloaked in darkness and wearing the ominous Ghostface mask, emerged from the shadows. Dominique froze, her breath catching in her throat. Panic set in as she realized the gravity of the situation.
Ghostface, brandishing a gleaming knife, advanced slowly, each step echoing in the silent corridor.
Dominique's heart raced, her surroundings closing in as the masked figure closed the distance. Fear gripped her, rendering her momentarily speechless.
The masked assailant, reveling in the terror, taunted, "You think you could escape, Dominique?"
Dominique, adrenaline surging through her veins, stumbled backward, her back pressing against the cold metal of the lockers. The flickering lights created an ominous dance of shadows, heightening the nightmare unfolding around her.
In a desperate attempt to break free, Dominique screamed, "Help! Somebody, please help!"
The school, shrouded in silence, offered no respite. Ghostface, fueled by sinister intent, lunged forward, the glint of the blade ominously reflecting in the dim light. Dominique, evading the initial attack, found herself cornered, her pleas for help dissipating into the haunting emptiness.
The knife slashed through the air, and Dominique, in a frantic struggle, tried to defend herself. The chilling reality of the encounter sank in – she was facing the same terror that had befallen others in their school. Ghostface, relentless and masked in anonymity, seemed determined to carry out a sinister vendetta.
A sudden burst of courage surged within Dominique. With a surge of strength, she managed to push Ghostface away for a brief moment. Taking advantage of the respite, she sprinted down the corridor, her footsteps echoing in a desperate escape bid.
Yet, the masked assailant proved persistent, pursuing her with relentless determination. Dominique's breaths came in ragged gasps as she raced through the empty hallways, her only hope for survival hinging on finding help or a way out.
"fuck, fuck." She was running for her life.
She took a last breath as a bullet passes right through her head, blood pooling around her lifeless body. Her head had exploded completely.
