Zoey Prescott and The Ghostface

Chapter 37: Billy

I'd known Randy enough to know he was a sociopath who was way more into horror movies than a person should be. It's all he'd ever talk about. Every horror movie I'd watch with Randy had to do with some girl dying in her house, so I knew where he'd be. I quickly made my way to Zoey's house, walking no matter how much pain I was in.
When I finally reached Zoey's house, I made my way to the window next to her front door. I peeked in the window to see Randy and Zoey sitting at her dinner table, eating. I was shocked until I looked closer to see that Randy was pointing at gun a her. A sudden wave of burning rage filled my gut as I got up and knocked on the door.