UNMASKED.

chapter 11.

the group walked together through an alleyway, the walls on either side decorated with graffiti and various pieces of street art. the most famous image was a massive spray-painted one of ghostface, stated by the text, 'what's your favorite scary movie?'

gale provided the group with additional context, her voice filled with irritation. "jason and greg were little atlanta rich kids. they used fake names to rent this place."

kirby's question interrupted the explanation. "how did you find it?"

gale gave an even more annoyed response, saying, "it's called investigative journalism for a reason. how didn't you find it? weren't you tracking them?"

kirby tried to make sense of the situation, saying, "i went through their financial records a dozen times. this wasn't in any of them. none of it makes sense."

gale responded confidently, "don't worry. i'm good at my job, you'll get there."

gale then walked past kirby and pulled out a keycard from her pocket. she slid the card through the receptor, causing it to beep before the door unlocked.

elena and carter continued to walk together, our footsteps echoing slightly in the narrow alleyway. her presence provided a sense of comfort.

the atmosphere in the alleyway was becoming increasingly eerie, and the dark, damp surroundings were beginning to make me feel uneasy. carter turned to elena and spoke. "this is pretty damn creepy.."

elena nodded in agreement, her eyes wandering around the dim alley. "yeah, it's definitely creepy," she whispered.

carter glanced at the grafffiti. "it's insane how some people become so obsessed with killers. i don't get it. it's twisted."

as the group walked into the building, gale moved ahead, her flashlight illuminating a small portion of their surroundings. elena spoke up, her voice filled with curiosity, "what is this place?"

sam chimed in with her own question, "what's with all the security?"

tara provided the answer, "it's a movie theatre."

gale's response was more thought out, "it's not just a theatre. it's a shrine."

the group looked around in awe as the lights came on, causing elena to close her eyes for a moment to adjust to the sudden brightness.

"they got the whole goddamn franchise.." mindy couldn't help but express her astonishment as she spoke aloud.

mindy called out to chad across the room, her voice filled of sadness and reminiscence. "this was uncle randy's... they've got everything."

elena made her way over to tara, who was fixated on kirby and the knife she had been stabbed with.

tara asked aloud in disbelief, "how do you get all this stuff?"

gale responded, her tone suggesting she knew all too well how the system worked. "well, cops like money, and evidence can get lost pretty quickly."

elena walked over to one of the display cases, her gaze focused on the bloody knife and mask within. detective bailey addressed the group, his voice filled with empathy. "you all have been through so much."

carter looked at chad, seeking an answer to his own question. "um, why am i here exactly?" he asked. "my alibi checks out."

chad replied bluntly, "so i can keep an eye on you, roomie." mindy then held up her fingers in a serious gesture, forming a 'i'm watching you' signal and directing it towards carter.

gale went on to explain further, describing how the killer must have found this place and taken the masks off the mannequins. it was such a realization.

elena began to circle the mannequins, seemingly lost in thought as she took in the sight of all the ghostface outfits. chad questioned, "so somebody killed these chuckle fucks and took over?"

gale continued with her theory, stating that someone who believes sam mastermind woodsboro was behind the killings.

mindy and kirby then joined the conversation, mindy commenting, "if this were a normal stab movie, we would be in the killer's lair." kirby agreed, saying, "which means this ain't a normal stab movie."

tara and elena were having their own discussion. tara appeared to be feeling overwhelmed, a mix of fear and anxiety on her face.

the moment after, carter and elena found themselves next to each other, he smiled to himself. softly, he leaned his head against hers, enjoying the comfortable silence.

unknown to them, down below, a father stood, his mind plotting and scheming. his eyes fixed on them, watching his youngest son fall into the trap of the devil. realizing what needed to be done, he formed a plan. now clear, he would have to get rid of it but how does one rid oneself of the devil? suddenly, an idea formed in his mind. it was something he'd have to do quietly and swiftly. it was something that he knew he could get away with undetected, but he'd have to think it through.