After the murders, my parents moved us away, taking me with them. I was too young to fully understand what was going on at the time. Years later, when the killings stopped, we figured it was safe to return. At least, I thought it was. I got my own apartment, landed a job at the video store, and life felt normal again. What could possibly go wrong? (Going under editing) {2023 September -202X } This story will contain strong descriptions of scenes for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. (I obviously don't own Scream or the franchise)
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