Before the Ghostface killings and the fear that gripped Woodsboro, there was a friendship that could have changed everything. Mo and Billy were inseparable as kids-exploring the woods, sharing secrets, and bonding over a love for horror movies. But...
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The idea of sleeping over at Billy's house thrilled me and made me a little nervous at the same time. It was my first sleepover in this new town, my first time really getting to know someone here on that kind of level. My parents were surprisingly okay with it. I guess they were happy I was making friends already. It had only been a few days since we moved in, and things were starting to feel less foreign, thanks to Billy. He had a way of making me feel like I belonged, like I wasn't just some outsider invading this quiet suburban neighborhood.
When I packed my bag that afternoon, I made sure to bring everything I thought I might need—pajamas, a toothbrush, some snacks I'd saved from unpacking, and a couple of DVDs that I thought Billy might like. They were mostly old horror flicks, nothing too intense, but stuff I'd watched a million times back home. I felt a little rush of excitement as I stuffed them into my bag. This wasn't just about watching movies; it was about connecting with Billy, learning more about him, and hopefully getting him to open up a bit more.
By the time evening rolled around, I was ready to go. My mom dropped me off at Billy's house, making sure to give me the usual list of mom-warnings: behave yourself, don't stay up too late, and call if you need anything. I nodded along, too excited to let her worrying get to me. As soon as she drove away, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. This was it—my first real night of freedom in this new place, and I was spending it with the one person who'd made this move bearable.
Billy's house wasn't all that different from mine—a typical suburban two-story with a neat lawn and a garage that probably housed a minivan or an SUV. But there was something about it that felt different, like the walls held secrets that no one talked about. I noticed the windows were shut tight, curtains drawn in most of the rooms, giving the place a closed-off feeling. Still, I pushed those thoughts aside as Billy opened the door, greeting me with a grin that made me forget all about the strange vibe I was picking up.
"Hey, Mo," he said, stepping aside to let me in. "You made it."
"Yeah," I replied, smiling back at him. "Thanks for having me over."
"No problem," Billy said, leading me through the hallway and into the living room. "I was actually looking forward to this. It's been a while since I had someone over."
The living room was cozy enough, with a big, comfy-looking couch and a TV that dominated one wall. There were stacks of DVDs on a nearby shelf, and I could see that Billy's taste in movies leaned heavily toward horror, just like mine. I felt a little jolt of excitement at the thought of watching some of them together.
"So, what do you want to start with?" Billy asked, gesturing toward the DVDs. "I've got pretty much everything you can think of—slasher flicks, supernatural stuff, even some of those old black-and-white classics."
I grinned, feeling more at ease. "How about we start with something classic? You know, ease into the night before we get into the really scary stuff."
Billy nodded, seemingly pleased with my choice. "Sounds good. How about *Night of the Living Dead*? It's a classic, but still creepy enough to set the mood."
