𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙎𝙤 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝... 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. ◇◇◇◇ Everyone knows about the disappearances in Santa Carla. But somehow, that does...
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚋𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 《》《》 It'd been 3 years since Windsor, and 4 since Woodsboro. You were invited to work on the film 'Stab 3' as a writer along with Randy, considering he knew the characters and you...
𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 《》《》《》 It's been a year, and no one's caught the killers of the Woodsboro Massacre. You managed to get into college, and work up enough courage to go. But the past always comes...
ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʜᴜɴᴋ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ●●●● A trip to the biggest football game of the year gone wrong. Drama between couples and siblings, broken down cars, and who could forget the murderers hunting everyone down? And you... you're too young to die, right? ●●●● ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴍᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴍᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ ●●●● TW: death, murder...
𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛. 𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. ++++ The adopted sibling of the school's newest asshole catches the eye of a psychopath. After he catches the eye of their sis...