"Depression is rage spread thin."
-George Santayana
Carly and Freddie had been running for a week now. Last week they'd been in LA. They'd met Ghost Face. A psychopathic homicidal maniac trying kill a woman named Sidney Prescott, and also going after witnesses such as Carly, Freddie, and Mrs. Benson. He got Mrs. Benson. Carly and Freddie left after to get away.
They got to Haddonfield, Illinois. It was a small town, and they figured it would be good enough for now.
"Carly, please cheer up a little." Freddie said. They'd found an old abandoned house.
"I can't. It's been a horrible two weeks. First we squeaked by at Camp Crystal Lake, then Sam's killed back home, Spencer and Gibby's killed in Texas, and your mommy's in a LA mortuary!"
"I know, but we gotta think positive. C'mon, let's go get cleaned up."
