𝕀ℝℝ𝔼𝕊𝕀𝕋𝔸𝔹𝕃𝔼 𝔾𝕀ℝ𝕃//𝔹. 𝕃𝕆𝕆𝕄𝕀𝕊 ◦ 𝕆ℂ ◦ 𝕊. 𝕄𝔸ℝℂℍ𝔼ℝ

❝𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕣𝕪.❞

The both of you froze, the playful grin on your faces disappearing in seconds.

"...What did you just say?"

There was a pause, and all you could hear was your heartbeat and the blood rushing in your ears.

"𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨."

...Check the house. Lock the doors and check the house. Grab a knife. No, grab the baseball bat that Mr. Becker kept in his office. Stick together, and go through the rooms one by one, starting upstairs and working your way down. Casey would keep him talking, keep him distracted, while you got ahold of another phone and called the police. It would take them a while to get here.

Maybe it was better to just start running. At least one of you would have to make it to the neighbors house. Except the neighbors house was a half a mile away, and you had no car.

...Fuck.

"𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?"

"Listen, we're gonna go. Have a nice night." Casey sighed, going to hang up the phone. You violently shook your head. Bad idea, bad idea! It would be better to keep him on the phone for the time being, stall for time until you could figure out a plan!

"𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭- 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭?"

"We are! I don't know what my friend is on about, she was the one who made me talk to you in the first place. So, how about next weekend? Do you live in Woodsboro? We could go to the movies downtown, see that new scary movie that's coming out!" You tried your best not to sound rushed, sending a glare Casey's way as you took the phone from her. She seemed to get the idea and went to go lock the doors, eyes wide with panic as just how serious the situation was settled in.

"𝐇𝐦𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫?"

"O-oh! Right! Uh, XXX-XXX-XXXX, you got that?"

There was a long pause. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, getting more and more violent with each passing second. Please buy it. Please don't call the number-

"𝐎𝐡 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭... 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐖𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬."

And with that he hung up. The front doorbell rang and you could hear Casey scream, shouting 'Who's there?!' You ran for it, turning the corner to find the girl clutching her stomach, but with no sign of injury. The moment she saw you she clung to you like you were the only thing that could keep her alive, but you were barely holding it together yourself. You were shaking so badly you thought you had frozen over entirely.

The phone rang again and it took all of your willpower to not curl up into a ball and hide in the corner, accepting your fate.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬? 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡-𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!"