Horror Movie Scenarios(Slow Updates)

2nd Meeting

Freddy:

You had passed out on the couch without even realizing it. You were back in your room. You checked your phone to see what time it was. There was no time.

You sat up and looked at the phone. Where the time should be was just a blank space. Thinking it was just a shortage or something, you walked out of your room.

You didn't realize that the house/apartment was slightly off. You kept walking around without anything. You saw the man in the corner of your eye. You emediatly snapped your head in his direction and tensed up.

"Before you freak the fuck out, you little shit," he started, "I ain't gonna kill ya."

"Little shit?" You spat.

"Bitch! Don't get sassy with me I don't know your fucking dumbass name, alright?" He spat back at you.

"Y/N," you replied blankly.

"Nice name for a whore," he smirked at you.

"Fuck off, so you know me, so who's the ass I'm talking to now?" You cocked your head to the side.

"Freddy," he grumbled.

"Great, now get out of my house," you sneered.

"Fine," he snapped his fingers and your were back in your room.

"That was a dream?" You said, sitting up from your bed.

Norman:

You had gotten accustomed to your room. After unpacking some things, you went to your bed to lie down.

You were about to doze off, but a light knock came from the other side of the door. You sat up in bed wondering who was brave enough to wake you from your nap.

You got out of bed, and thought to yourself, 'if this shits not important, I'ma snap their neck.'

You opened the door to see the guy from the front desk right in front of you. You wondered why he was here and all previous past threats were thrown from your mind.

"H-hi...I-I'm s-s-s-sorry f-for b-b-bo-bothering yo-you, b-but i-i wa-wanted t-to make s-sure y-you were o-o-ok-okay," he squeaked out.

"Oh, yes, I'm okay. Thank you Norman," you said back, politely.

"If y-you ne-need an-anything I'll b-b-be ri-right d-down th-the ha-hall." He stuttered out.

"Right, thank you," he headed back to his room and you resumed your napping.

Jason:

It had been a week since you saw the strange man. You knew it wasn't just something your mind made up to scare you. You knew exactly that there was a man in those woods and you would prove it.

You started going out late at night with a camera, and still nothing. You were about to give up, when out of the corner of your eye you saw a figure.

You turned around and it was the same man. Although he didn't have the bloody machete in his hands, and had no head either.

"Who...Who are you?" You asked slightly frightened.

"Jason," he croaked from not speaking in awhile.

"Y/N," you replied back, knowing for sure you weren't seeing things.

"See ya later, Y/N," he said, walking past you, and into the woods.

Michael:
You had pretty much moved on from the creepy experience. It had been like a year so you brushed it off.

Another Halloween came up. You did what you did last year, but instead of ending up in an abandoned building, you ended up in a very unpopulated portion of your town.

You walked down the side of the highway. Every so often a car would pull by asking if you needed a ride, you'd always reply with the same or close to the same thing.

"No, I live just a couple blocks that way, I'm just going for a late night walk, thank you though," each and everyone of them gave you either a look of concern, pity, or fear. Probably cause of that Michael Myers thing.

You again, continued down the road, seeing a dimly lit house every so often. You were about to turn to head back home, but when you tried to turn you bumped into someone.

You looked up to see the same man from last time. He looked down at you. Your heart was about to leap out of your chest and you were almost completely frozen with fear.

"Before you pass out." He tried to explain, "I just wanted to apologise for last year."

You could feel the puzzled look growing on your face, "Um, okay. Well, my name's Y/N. Nice to meet you."

"You probably already know me. People around here like to talk about me a lot." He said, scratching the back of his head.

"Well, you are a killer," he only shrugged in response.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around Y/N." He left, and soon you walked home wondering what the hell just happened.

Hannibal:

You continued to think about the strange man. He was so charming and was quite the looker.

You were out at night again since your boss/teacher wanted you to stay after for a couple of hours to go over something. You were caught up in thought about what you were going to have for dinner, what things you would do when you got home, and the usual casual thoughts.

You were so lost in these thoughts that you accidentally bumped into someone. You looked up to see the man from the previous week.

"Oh, my apologies," you both said in unison.

"Oh. Greetings Hannibal." You waved slightly.

He waved back, "It's nice to see you in good health, Y/N."

"You too, Hannibal," you smiled and he smiled back.

You two talked for awhile, until you realized how late it was. He had to leave, and so did you. He promised to meet you somewhere again, and you told him you looked forward to it.

Chucky:

You let him out of the box after a couple of weeks of him complaining and promising not to do anything. You had had enough and opened the box.

"Crazy bitch..." He had mumbled after you removed the lid from his small prison.

"You jumped at me with a knife, and I'm the crazy bitch?" You glared at him.

"Yep," he replied.

"I hate you," you sneered.

"I hate you more, you crazy bitch." He snapped back at you.

"Yeah yeah, hope you like dogs." You said, leaving the room.

"Wait, what?" He asked, a horrified expression on his plastic face.

"Yeah, I own/am looking after a friend's dog," you smiled at him.

"Oh no.." he gulped.

Leatherface:

Yep, your head hurt like a motherfucker. You tried to get up, but you were in too much pain. You looked up to see the same crazy dude that had chased you down the hill.

"Who are you?" You asked, your voice hoarse from screaming.

"Leatherface." He croaked out. His voice being more hoarse than yours.

"Y/N," you decided to answer back.

You realized that your wounds had been patched up by someone. You looked up at him, he looked down at you.

"Did you patch me up or are there others here?" You asked, sitting up.

"I did, the others will be back soon." He replied, and walked out of the room, leaving you in complete silence.

Well at least you knew that it wasn't just one psycho living on his own. You wondered what other strange characters there were.