Imagines

Nightmare On Your Street (Scream MTV)

Author: Bifuriousjensen (Tumblr)

Word count: 2091

Fandom: Scream (MTV)

Moving boxes scattered the front lawn of your new house, it felt like you were moving for the millionth time when it was only the third time in your life. You wished that you could have just stayed where you were the first time, the home you grew up in. But two years ago, you had to leave your childhood home because your mother's job transferred locations and expected some of their employees to follow them. She was a manager there and was expected to follow the company where it went. So, you moved to a new town. That didn't last long of course since you were moving again.
You didn't like to talk about why you had moved again, it was troubling to you and your mother. Your parents were in a middle of a divorce and your dad had stayed in the new house while you and your mom moved once again. You didn't want anyone knowing about your parents split, it tore you up inside. He was just a neighborhood away, in driving distance so you could see him whenever you liked. You were going to be the new girl at school again and you had to go it alone again, build your image up again.
You let out a long sigh as you sit on top of a sturdy box and looked up at the green street sign. Elm Street. How lame, you thought with a frown. You couldn't believe you had to go over this again, it was already hard to be the new person at school. You didn't want to go through all of this all at once, the divorce and being new. You didn't know how things were going to be here in this new town, Lakewood. There were many rumors about this town, dark rumors. Twisted rumors that haunted your mind.
"Do we have to move into this house?" you tried not to whine, but that's all you could do lately. It was too big for the two of you but it would be perfect for the three of you. If only. You let out another sigh. "This place is weird, Mom."
"You just haven't given it a chance," she argued as she struggled with a heavy box that was way too big for her to be carrying. You shot up from your spot to help her. "Thanks, sweet pea."
You relied on your mother to be your eyes as you walked backwards towards your new home. "I mean, that creepy stuff happened forever ago. Remember?"
"Key words, forever ago." You didn't have to see her face to know that there was a smirk on it. She got you there and you knew it, there was no sense in arguing. You'd follow your mom through thick and thin, you loved her so much. You knew this was all so tough for her. Because of the move, she had to drive even further to get to work and she also had to worry about you visiting your father.
"What's the old legend again?" You knew the tale, but you liked when your mother told you stories. She just had a way of explaining things and making you cling to her words. Back when she read you stories, you always begged for another. Maybe this was your child inside begging for another story, to cling to your innocence once again.
The box was set safely on the floor of what was going to be your new living room. Your mother wiped visible sweat from her forehead and clapped her hands together. "Is right now really a good time? You don't wanna think about that when you're by yourself," she warned. Of course her job meant you would be alone at home sometimes and you were grateful that she wanted to make sure you'd be okay with her telling a creepy story of your creepy new neighborhood. You just nod, urging her to go on. She let out a sigh before beginning, "Okay, if you're sure...there was this guy, Brandon James, he was probably your age when this all happened." She let out another sigh before wiping her hands on her jeans. "He was an outcast, shun from the world. No one understood him, no one gave him a chance. He was branded a freak before he could even introduce himself-"
A knock at the door interrupted her and made you jump a bit. You mother gave you a look before crossing her arms. "See, I told you I shouldn't have said anything. Could you get that?" She nodded towards the door before ripping open a box marked 'living room'.
You rolled your eyes before heading towards the front door. You swung the door open to find a girl who had to be about your age. She had short dark hair and was just a bit shorter than you. "Hello?" you question with a fake smile on your face.
"I was forced to come here," she admitted. You liked her honesty. "My parents wanted me to welcome your family and invite you to dinner some time." You could tell she felt uncomfortable, she had been forced to talk to a stranger after all. Your fake smile fell from your face, glad that you didn't have to put up an act.
"Oh yeah? Does your family always invite families into your home?" You couldn't help the smirk that came to your face. "We could be weirdos, you never know."
A small laugh escapes her lips but she quickly turns serious again, like she wasn't allowed to smile or have fun. "You don't seem like a weirdo," she said, a smirk played on her lips as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. "Then again, how am I supposed to know?"
A smile plays on your lips. "I guess you'll just have to figure that out."
"Y/N!" Your mom shouts from the living room. Soon, she was behind you and smiling at the girl standing on your porch. "Hello," she greeted your new friend, or you assumed she was going to be your friend. You were getting along well so far. "How can we help you?"
Your mother's cheerfulness must have rubbed off on the girl or she was just faking a smile, you'd like to think it was your mother's presence that was making the girl smile. "I'm Audrey and my father wanted me to invite you guys over to dinner some time soon." She bounced on the heels of her boots like she was nervous.
"Dinner sounds lovely."
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It had been few weeks since you had moved into your new house and you had finally put the finishing touches on your room. You had begun school and were doing a decent job at fitting in, Audrey had become one of your close friends and made joining a new school so much easier for you. You had gotten close with her and her best friend, Noah.
Your mother had never finished the story of Brandon James but you didn't have to worry about not being able to hear the ending. Noah was full of knowledge and often talked when no one wanted to listen, but you listened anyways. You were interested in the things he had to say, especially when it came to the story of Brandon James.
You, him, and Audrey were sitting in your backyard underneath a tree, your mother was at work and you had the house to yourself. You had invited your new friends over and were just enjoying the day after a long day of school work. You had homework to do but you couldn't find yourself to care, at least not right now. "Tell me more," you urged your friend to go on before taking a sip of your lemonade. "My mom has told me before but won't mention it anymore." She was afraid you'd get scared and have nightmares like you had when you were a child. You didn't recall ever having any nightmares but your mother had told you that you would scream so loud and go into great detail about a guy in a mask.
"Well," Noah started before pausing dramatically to take a sip of his own lemonade. You rolled your eyes and knew Audrey was doing the same. "Brandon James was misunderstood, branded a freak of nature." You laid your head on Audrey's lap as you listened to Noah's words, her fingers found their way into your hair. "People say he killed people, other's say it wasn't him. All I know is, he was murdered for it." It was sad to think that he could have been innocent, just a poor soul that no one took the chance to get to know. "Some say that he haunts the dreams of-"
"Noah," Audrey warned. "That's just a myth." You felt her body tense up underneath your head. You raised an eyebrow, you hadn't heard of this myth before and you were curious. Audrey let out a sigh when she saw the look on your face. "Okay, so legend has it that he haunts the dreams of the people involved in his murder-"
"Or their family members," Noah butted in. "Or anyone really."
"And it's just a myth," Audrey stated again. "It's not truth. It's just something some stupid teenagers made up."
"I hate to break it to you, Auds," you said, a smirk played on your lips. "But you're a teenager." Audrey rolled her eyes, a smiled formed on her lips anyways. "Only someone stupid would believe in that," you shrugged. It sounded like something someone would say to a child to scare them.
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You said your goodbyes to your friends before locking the door behind you. Your mother was working late again tonight and would be home until after you were asleep. You decided to cram in your homework before school because you were too tired to even try to get any of it done. You set your alarm on your phone for an hour earlier than usual, you tucked yourself into your bed and shut your eyes.
It didn't take long for your mind to wonder into a dream like state. Soon, you were picturing your backyard. You sat under the old tree with Audrey resting on your lap. Her eyes were closed and she was humming a tune that you couldn't recall the name of, she looked so peaceful. Your hands played in her hair as you looked off into the distance, you felt the peace. It flowed through your body, you felt at ease.
Soon, you were touching something sticky. You lifted your hand to find that it was covered in a dark red liquid. Blood. You look down to see that Audrey was no longer laying on you, but instead you were face to face with a mask. "Hello," the figure said, it's voice was muffled and weird. You felt a sharp pain across your wrist as the masked person dragged his gloved hand down your arm, it seemed like he had finger nails (or something like nails) glued onto his glove.
The pain pulled you out of your dream and you were shooting up from your bed. A thin layer of sweat covered your body and you couldn't seem to control your breathing. "Shit," pain was coming from your wrist. You pulled up to see a small cut along your wrist, it wasn't too deep or long. A bandage or two would cover it up. It looked just like the cut from your dream but there was no way you were going to believe those rumors, you must have just scratched yourself while you were asleep. That had to be it. You lifted the covers from your bed and got up from your spot. Even though you didn't believe that Brandon James was haunting your dreams, you still couldn't fall back asleep until what seemed like forever.
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The next day, you woke up several texts from classmates. A couple were telling you about a death of a fellow student. You quickly dialed Audrey's number as you stared at your wrapped up wrist. "What's going on?" you said as soon as she answered her phone.
"Jake died in his sleep, it's so weird. There was blood and everything. Apparently, his parents found him with slashes all over his stomach. But there was no sign of anyone in the house. They think he hurt himself in his sleep."
"I had a dream about Brandon James," you admitted.