A year after the murder of her mother, a teenage girl is terrorized by a masked killer who targets her and her friends by using scary movies as part of a deadly game.
*Billy ties his shoes* "Yeah...and when I called no one answered."
*Sidney nods* "Uh-huh."
*Billy gives her a glare* "You don't still think it was me?"
*Sidney smiles "No, but if it were you, that would have been a very clever way to throw me off track. Using your one phone call to call me so I wouldn't think it was you."
*Billy stands up.* "What do I have to do to prove to you I'm not a killer?"
*Sidney glares* "What...?"
*ghostface walks in the room*
*Sidney eyes widen* "Billy!"
*Billy stares* "What...Sid!"
*Sidney shouts* "Billy look out!"
*He turns around and gets stabbed blood sprays the air.
ON SIDNEY as red crimson splatters across her face...as the knife is thrust in and out of Billy who tries hard to put up a fight..but it's useless...he never had a chance. His body falls to the floor..lifeless.
as he watches Billy's body come to a still before quietly, calmly turning his attention to...
Sidney who stands, numb...scared to death. And only when the GHOST takes a step forward does Sidney break. She takes off like a rocket...leaping over the bed and out the door.
Sidney tears out the door and down the hall, coated in Billy's blood.
ANGLE ON THE GHOST
as he catches up with her, grabbing hold of her collar. She pulls away from him...her shirt ripping down the back.
Her hands find a door knob and she goes for it, pulling the door open...moving quickly inside...locking it behind her.
INT. DARK SPACE - CONTINUOUS
Total darkness. Sidney's hands scour the wall for a light switch. The doorknob turns...the lock holds..as the door is nearly SHAKEN from it's hinges...and then...
NOTHING. All goes silent. Only Sidney's rapid BREATHING fills the space around her.
Sidney, trembling, shaking, reaches above her, feeling, until she finds a string. She pulls it...as a lightbulb SWITCHES on overhead.
She's in a small box of a room. The door is on one side, a small, narrow staircase on the other. She eyes the doorknob, then the staircase...contemplating...but it's an easy decision. There's no fucking way she's going up to the attic.
She unlocks the door and pushes on it. But it won't give...she pushes on it again. It's locked from the other side. Shit. She turns to the staircase.
*ON THE STREETS*
*Gale asks So is Dewey your real name?
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