"I'm sorry!" Rosie spoke between cackles.
"Rowan,you'll have to edit it out!"Monica called.Rowan strolled into the room.He sighed and tutted,grumbling.

Laughing,Rosie and Monica sauntered into the costume department.
"You need to stop laughing!" Monica strolled off,leaving Rosie for herself.

Alone,the strawberry blonde sighed,sauntering into her changing room.The far end of the room showed a mirror with shamrock green trim.Rosie comfortably sat in the leather sofa in one corner.

Rain clawed at the window to the second floor.She lay comfortably and closed her eyes,beginning to drift to sleep.Someone entered the room.

"Monica?"she asked,opening her eyes.Someone in the Ghostface costume stood in the doorway.
"Oh,Charlie,"Rosie stood up,seductively tangling her arms around the back of Charlie's neck as he locked the door.They took something out of his pocket.

Shining in the light,the knife entered her chest.
"NO!CHARLIE!" Rosie shoved him away,cornered in front of the window.The attacker stepped towards her.

"No,please,no.....,"Rosie sobbed,pushing him away in a vain attempt to keep herself alive.He pressed her against the glass,the knife thrusting in and out at a nearly inhuman pace.She screamed.

"Rosie!I can't get in!"Monica cried from the other end of the door.Rosie screamed and cried before the sounds we cut short.

SMASH!

Rosie toppled over the edge of the window,falling from the second story.
"PLEASE NO-" She was cut off by hitting the ground. Letting out shaky breaths,she watched the killer climb down a pipe.

"Please....why?"she whimpered,crawling away from her attacker.
"Hello,Harriet,"the attacker said,shoving the knife into her shoulder.She coughed blood.

"Who are you?"she asked,taking the mask of the killer off.
"Who are you?"she repeated,quieter than ever before.She stared at the person in front of her.

Then she stopped breathing.