Scream For Me

Chapter 15

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Ghostface sat on the girl's porch flipping his knife in his hand absentmindedly, her parents were gone and he was just waiting for her twin sister to get out of the shower before the fun could really begin.

This one had taken him a full week to plan out and the cops were getting antsy, hell, he was finding himself a little anxious. He was nearly buzzing with excitement, like a junkie knowing they were about to get their fix.

This one had taken so long because he knew the twin not in shower was a black belt, and he needed her incapacitated so that she wouldn't distract him and let the other girl escape. So a little accident had been arranged in the studio where she worked out.

A twist of a screw driver here and there had guaranteed a chain reaction which resulted in a very painful twisted ankle and her dominant right arm being broken. She would hardly be able to run let alone try and defend her sister. And he knew that the other girl wouldn't leave her, even if her sister told her to they were just too close for that.

His ears perked up when he heard the water turn off, five minutes of time allotted for her to dry off, five minutes to terrify them by calling and to sneak in through the constantly opened attic window, three minutes for the chase, and twelve minutes to splash their blood against the walls and allow it to drench the carpet, two minutes to check their pulses and make sure they stayed dead, three minutes to get out before their friend arrived with movies and stumbled upon the bodies.

He checked his watch. It would be eleven thirty by then which gave him enough time to go home, shower and get rid of their files and change costumes before he went over to Alyssa's to educate her on horror movies at twelve.

Perfect.
He pulled out the disposable phone and punched in their home number. Time to get started.

"Hello?" Selena answered as she wobbled slightly on her crutch as she answered the phone. Jenna walked down the stairs at that moment and helped her sister over to the couch.

"Hello" The voice echoed from the speaker and sent a chill down Jenna's spine when she heard it.

"Who is it?" She asked her sister who shrugged her tan shoulders before focusing back on the phone.

"Who is this?"

"Who am I speaking to?" the voice just countered, it was distinctly male and the coldness that resonated from it infected the air around them and she shivered.

"Selena, now who is this?" her question was answered with a dark chuckle and there was a loud thud on the stairs causing both of the teenagers to jump.
She covered the phone with her hand and turned to the younger twin.

"Go check that out, it might have been one of the picture frames." Jenna nodded and walked off.

"Now that's not a very original question Selena." She raised an eyebrow; the echoing in the phone was gone.

"Okay, then what is an original question?" she looked down at her cast, it was dotted with signatures and wishes for her future wellness and she wondered when Christen was going to get there.

"Hmm," the voice hummed thoughtfully. "How about, 'What was that suspicious thump?' or maybe 'I wonder why my beloved sister has yet to return?''

Her eyes widened and she stared at the phone with panic. "Those would be much better questions to ask a murderer." The voice hissed.

She rose with a start and cried out as her ankle exploded with pain. Jenna rushed back into the room and helped her up off of the floor, concern etched all over her face.