Scream; The New Decade

Prolouge

Mark was sleeping in his bed when he received a notification on his phone. He rolled on his side and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. The notification read, 'Evergreen5 has sent you a snapchat!' Mark didn't know anyone with the username 'Evergreen5'. He sighed and put in his passcode. He opened the app Snapchat. He looked over the recently sent snaps. The only thing on it was a picture sent by Evergreen5. Mark opened it and saw that it was a picture of a bunch of people dancing.

"Oh yeah, there's a party at Jason's right now." Mark said to himself. There was text over the people dancing in the picture saying, 'Man, this party is lit, wish you were here.'

Who is sending me this? Mark thought to himself. He responded with a picture of himself, looking questioned. He typed, 'Who is this?' Mark sent it then turned his phone off.

He got up and walked across his room to his window. He opened it and looked down the street where the party was taking place. His phone went off and he looked down at it. Another snap sent from the unknown sender. He open his phone and looked at the picture. The picture was of Mark looking out his window down the street at the party. The text over the picture said, 'You plan on coming to the party?' Mark stared at his phone, confused. Why would someone send a picture of him looking out his window?

Mark responded with a picture of the party and typed, 'No. You didn't answer my question.' He sent it then turned his phone off again. Mark started to freak out. His parents weren't home. He paced his room. He grabbed his phone and left his room, then started down the stairs.

He got another notification from the person. Mark once again opened his phone and looked at the picture. The picture was of Mark through a window, walking down the stairs. The text said, 'I didn't think that it was relevant (:'

Mark looked out the window he just passed. No one was out there. He took a picture of the street through the window and typed, 'What do you want?' then sent it. He walked down the stairs and went into his living room. It was dark outside, so Mark couldn't see out the windows. Another snapchat. He gulped and looked down at his phone. He opened the snap. The picture was of a knife and his front door. The text said, 'Is your front door locked? (:'

FUCK! Mark thought. It wasn't. He walked down the hall and turned the corner. His stomach sank. The front door was wide open. Mark ran to the door then slammed it shut, trying to make it sound like he ran out the door. He heard footsteps running down the hall. He stepped to the side, into a closet. He crouched low on the ground and tried to control his breathing. You'll be fine if you just stay quiet, he thought.

Mark didn't dare move, in fear of making a sound. Then he heard a loud ding sound on his phone. Oh shit! He had forgotten to silence his phone. He quickly turned on vibrate and prayed to God that the killer hadn't heard it. He then remembered why it had made a sound. He reluctantly opened his phone and looked at the recent snap. It read 'Do you want to die?'

Mark's heart raced. He sent a picture of a black screen, he typed, 'I'm outside, come get me.' Mark sent it then grabbed a metal hanger and bent it into a spike. His phone glowed up. There was a new snap. He opened it. There was a picture of the closet door. He stood up slowly. He opened the door quickly and held the hanger out in defense. No one was there. Mark silently sighed, then slowly closed the door. Mark froze, there was a tall person in a black cloak with a ghost mask standing on the other side of the door. The person raised his hand up. He was holding a knife. Mark reacted quickly and stabbed the person in shoulder with the hanger. The masked person held his shoulder in pain. They suddenly stabbed Mark in the arm. Mark fell to the ground, holding the wound in agonizing pain. The person walked towards him. He scooted backwards on the ground. The 'killer' ran towards Mark. Mark kicked them in the stomach. He got up quickly and ran down the hall. The killer got up and ran after him. He then felt a sharp pain in the back of his thigh. Mark yelled in pain. He ran, limping. Mark was still holding his phone. As he ran, he dialed 911. A voice came on the phone as he reached the end of the hall. There was nowhere to turn.

"This is 911, what's your emergency?" The 911 operator said.

Mark screamed into the phone. "HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!"

"Sir? What's going on?"

The killer walked towards Mark. Mark screamed and cried at the same time. He tried to run past the killer, but the killer pushed him back into the wall. The 911 operator was asking questions. Mark slid down the wall, stinging in pain all over. The killer squatted down and and put his hands on Mark's throat. The killer choked Mark. Mark tried to yell but nothing came out. His vision was getting blurry. He reached up and pulled off the killer's mask. Mark couldn't tell who it was. The killer let one of his hands go, still choking with the other. The killer stabbed Mark in the stomach. Then everything went black.