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Woodsboro.
A quiet little town tucked away in California.
Well...
Semi-quiet.
The kind of place where everybody knows everybody, gossip spreads faster than wildfire, and teenagers spend Friday nights looking for trouble because there ain't much else to do.
But all it takes is one bad apple to spoil the bunch.
Twenty-six years ago, Woodsboro belonged to a monster.
A serial killer hidden behind a pig mask stalked the town in the early seventies, leaving behind bodies, blood, and enough nightmares to last generations. Eventually, they caught him. Buried him. Closed the book.
Or so everyone thought.
Because when people start turning up dead twenty-six years later, the town begins whispering the same question:
What if he never died?
Everyone remembers the Woodsboro Murders.
The masked killer.
The blood.
The survivors.
What nobody knows is that this time...
They're chasing a ghost.
Every clue points back to a dead man. Every rumor feeds the legend. Every terrified citizen is too busy looking backward to notice the monsters standing right in front of them.
And somewhere in the middle of it all is Elizabeth Prescott.
The sweet cousin of Sidney Prescott.
The cheer captain.
The girl who always smiles.
The girl who remembers birthdays, helps strangers, and seems far too kind to have a cruel bone in her body.
When Elizabeth was fourteen, she and her mother fled to Woodsboro to escape an abusive father. They settled on the outskirts of town, in a lonely house surrounded by acres of woods and empty land. Their closest neighbor happened to be the Macher family, though "close" was a generous term when miles of dirt roads and towering trees separated each property.
It was quiet out there.
Safe.
Or at least it was supposed to be.
Because everybody has secrets.
Some are just better at hiding them.
The question is:
What happens when the wrong people survive?
An Alternate Ending to Scream (1996)
Who lives? Who dies?
And who gets away with murder?