DEATH IS LIFE | SCREAM

08 Rules to Surviving a Slasher Movie

   IT'S A SHORT DRIVE HOME, Tatum immediately jumped out the truck and practically ran inside. She was immediately greeted by Artemis.

  "Hey girl," the dog happily licked the blonde's face, "I missed you too."

  "You hungry?" Her dad asked, "I could make you some breakfast."

She shrugged, "I guess, but I'm gonna take a shower first," Tatum patted the dog a few times before standing up, "It was gross in there."

  "Alright. How you feel about pancakes?"

  "That's good."

She headed straight to her room and grabbed  a change of clothes, then quickly went to the bathroom. She turned on the hot water before undressing and jumping in. Tatum reveled in the boiling water as it cascaded down her body. She scrubbed as hard as she could with the loofa, so hard in fact that her skin was red and raw.

Tatum quickly finished her shower before stepping out and wrapping herself up in towels. She quickly changed into her clean clothes.

She quickly changed into her clothes and blow dried her hair, then walked out into the kitchen, coming to a stop when she sees her dad watching her mom on the tv.

  "I don't get why you don't talk to her."

He sat up and spilled coffee (or what she chose to assume), Dewey cleared his throat as he sat the mug onto the coffee table, "I talk to her... about you."

"That doesn't count, and you technically don't talk to her, you talk to my nanny, who talks to her."

   "Go away!" Dewey yelled.

   "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Riley!" They heard Sam yell from the other side of the door, "We just want to ask you a few questions."

   "I don't give interviews."

   "But we're not looking for an interview."

Dewey groaned as he got up from the couch, went over to the door and peaked through the small window, "Give me one good reason why I should talk to you."

  "I'm Billy Loomis' daughter."

That was the last thing Tatum expected to find out this morning.

He quickly shot a glance over at Tatum before he swung the door open, "That's a terrible reason for me to talk to you."

   "My name is Samantha Carpenter. I was attacked last night at the hospital. The night before that, my sister was stabbed seven times. I know you know what that's like. I'm just trying to protect my family. Five minutes. That's all I'm asking."

He sighed, "I'll give you two minutes," he stepped aside, letting them, "I'm missing the show I like."

  "Hi Tatum." Sam greeted as she walked in.

  "Hey Sam."

Richie got a look at the tv before Dewey turned it off, "Gale Weathers. Weren't you two, um..." he trailed off.

   "Yeah."

   "Living proof, right here." Tatum motioned to herself.

They all sat down in the living room, "Who's he?" Dewey pointed to Richie.

  "Oh, this is Richie, my boyfriend."

  "How long have you known him?" He asked.

  "Six months?" Sam answered, although it sounded more like a question.

  "Did he know who your dad was when he met? Express any interest in Woodsboro or the Ghostface killings?"

Richie frowned, "What the hell are you talking about?"