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JUSTIN GOT UP FROM THE BED, PULLING UP AND BUTTONING UP HIS PANTS AS NOELLE PULLED HER SHIRT BACK ON.

"Wow," she spoke. "That was definitely needed."

"Definitely," he agreed, pulling on his shirt.

She passed him his jean jacket before fixing her hair in the mirror. "You think Stu will be mad?"

"No, we didn't have sex on his bed so he won't care," he replied.

She heard cars and people cheering to which she looked out the window to see a bunch of cars leaving besides Dewey's car and Gale's new van that was still parked. "Odd."

"What?" Justin asked, pulling on his shoes.

"Lot of people just left, definitely drunk."

He hummed, looking at the clock on the dresser. "It's not even that late."

"Probably went to get more booze or something." She got up, walking over, pecking his lips. "Whatever, we can still get high."

"Yeah, hopefully that bitch, Gale, left."

"I don't think so cuz her van's here but probably not in the house anymore."

"Good," he said, turning off the TV.

"Honestly, she's more terrifying than this Mr. Ghostface," she said, opening the bedroom door.

As soon as she stepped out into the hall, the masked figure immediately grabbed her, stabbing her front repeatedly, making her scream out in pain.

"No!" Justin screamed, running forward and yanking Ghostface off and shoving him back roughly into the wall until he fell onto the floor with a groan.

Justin immediately rushed to Noelle. "Baby, no," he mumbled, trying to grab her but she only looked at him.

"Go," she mumbled softly. "Run."

"I-"

As Noelle fell to the floor, not moving, Justin looked up to see Ghostface get up quickly, wiping his knife clean with his glove before immediately chase him to which the Prescott had no other choice but to run.

He ran down the hallway as the killer was practically on his heels until Justin grabbed a large picture off the wall, swinging and hitting Ghostface with it, making the killer fall and glass fall every where.

He ran into the room he was practically cornered in as Ghostface was blocking off the doorway with his body, quickly closing and locking the door before pushing a chair under the doorknob.

He backed away as immediately the door knob shook and was banged on as if the killer was trying to break it down.

Justin turned back to the window. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," he mumbled before running over to the window, pushing it open before climbing out onto the roof, nearly slipping as he did but leaned onto the wall as he slowly walked to the next open window, trying not to fall or make a lot of noise.

As he was almost to the next open window, he heard Sidney screaming for help as if she were close by. He held onto the windows ledge as he looked over, thinking she was a few rooms down until he felt the window trembling seeing Ghostface had slammed the door open to the room he was out, walking in to which Justin moved away but nearly lost his footing again on the tilted roof.

"Oh God, please don't let me die," he mumbled to himself.

As he moved close to above the garage, he suddenly saw a figure fall from the window with a scream before landing on the boat parked by the garage.

He let out a sigh of relief, waiting for Sidney to move before he jumped from the roof, landing on the boat as well making Sidney yelp at the thud.

He rolled off onto the floor, looking at Sidney. "Are you okay?"

She let a shaky breath. "Yeah...Are you?"

"Noelle. I think she's-" He slowly turned to the garage, his face expression dropping. "Oh, my God."

There was Tatum, her head and arm bloody and wedged in the open garage pet door, she was dead.

Sidney whimpered, covering her mouth. "Come on."

"We gotta find Dewey," he mumbled, pulling her away from the garage. The two ran off towards the front of the house and towards the Top Story news van. "God, I hope someone's in there," he said softly, still shaking upon seeing Tatum.

Sidney ran up first, banging on the van door. "Let is in!" The door was pushed open shortly by Gale's camera man, Kenny, as the two Prescott's immediately climbed in, closing the door. "The killer's coming after us! He's in the house!"

"Where? There's a camera in the house. Look," Kenny said, nodding to the monitor in front of him.

"Oh my God, Randy," Justin mumbled as the monitor showed Randy on the couch, watching his movie, too distracted to notice the killer raising his knife above him. "Not him too, we gotta..." He moved to get out but Sidney grabbed him. "We gotta do something."

"I don't want you to die," she whimpered as Kenny climbed out opening the door to go help Randy but he suddenly stopped.

Justin looked at him. "What?"

"We're on 30-second delay," Kenny mumbled, looking back at the monitor before turning back towards the house when suddenly, the killer appeared, slashing Kenny's throat.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Justin mumbled as Kenny slowly bled out but turned to them.

"The...door," Kenny mumbled, pointing to the front of the van before falling over.

Sidney immediately moved to slam the van door closed but the killer managed to stab her in the shoulder as she did, making her scream out.

Justin grabbed the Top Story camera, hitting Ghostface in the face with it, knocking him down onto the floor before slamming the door shut. "Go!" he told Sidney who climbed through the small opening, leading to the back of the van, immediately following after her until he felt a hand grab his leg and knife cut through his leg making him groan and kick the killer before climbing out and running with Sidney.

They ran for a few minutes before stopping to catch their breath.

He looked Sidney. "Listen, I'm gonna go look for Dewey...You need to go on the road and see if cars are gonna come by, or see if they have a cell phone to call the police..."

"No, I'm not leaving without you," Sidney cried.

"You have to. One way or another, one of us is gonna get help."

Sidney let out a shaky breath. "Be careful..."

"You too."

They immediately ran off in different directions from each other.

Justin moved through the field, looking for Dewey while also trying to stay low in the grass, in case the killer was looking for him. After a few minutes of silence, he saw Gale's van drive off  away from the property.

He looked towards the house, walking over to go see if Randy was still there when someone grabbed his arm, making him jump.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't find anyone..." Sidney whimpered. "I saw Gale but she crashed...I think she's dead too."

"Fuck," he mumbled. "Come on, we'll look for Dewey together then."

He walked along with her towards Dewey's jeep and close to the front of the house when a figure staggered out of the house.

"Sidney?" Dewey said softly as he stumbled.

"Dewey, help," Justin mumbled until Dewey fell to the floor, a knife in his back as the killer came to the front door shortly.

Sidney glanced back at the jeep. "Come on."

Justin immediately followed as Sidney climbed onto the jeep until the killer got close, slashing Justin's arm until the boy slammed the door roughly open on Ghostface, knocking him down before climbing in, slamming and locking the door.

Ghostface got up, walking over to Sidney's side, tapping on the car window with Dewey's keys.

"Fuck," Justin mumbled as Ghostface suddenly disappeared from the window's view.

The locks on the doors popped up, making the two immediately push them down to lock it until Justin saw the police radio, immediately grabbing it and speaking, "Hello, please send anyone and everyone to It's 261 Turner Lane. The killers here and he's killed several-"

He was suddenly grabbed by the killer from the backseat, a hand around his throat until Sidney kicked at the masked man, making him let go and Justin to open the door and fall out of the car as his sister got out as well.

He gasped for air as Sidney pulled him to his feet, backing away towards the house when they noticed the car was empty and the killer was gone.

"Where the fuck did he go?" Justin mumbled.

"I don't know," Sidney said softly. "Come on, we can lock ourselves inside before he can get in."

He followed her as she stopped at Dewey's body upon hearing Randy's voice who was rushing over from the field. "Jesus, we've got to get the fuck out of here!"

Sidney pulled the gun off of Dewey, aiming it at him as Justin moved behind him. "Stop right there!"

"Don't shoot. It's me! I found Tatum. She's dead. I think Stu did it," Randy quickly said as Stu rushed over from the side of the house.

"Don't listen to him, Jay!" Stu cried out. "He killed Noelle! He killed Billy! And he killed my Tatum!"

"I...I don't know who to fucking trust," Justin mumbled, especially since they were both his best friends.

Stu grabbed Randy's arm, throwing him to the floor as he looked at Sidney. "Sidney, baby, please, give me that gun!"

Justin looked Randy. "I'm sorry, I don't know who to trust," he mumbled.

"Fuck you both!" Sidney yelled out, pulling Justin inside before slamming and locking the front door.

He heard Randy banging on the door and yelling for help.

"I'm sorry!" Justin called out, tears filling his eyes.

There was a groan coming from behind them, both Prescott's turning to see a bloodied Billy, stumbling and falling down the stairs.

Both moved to help him. "Jesus, are you okay?" Justin mumbled.

"No, I'm like a stuck pig, but I'm all right," Billy groaned, standing up. "We gotta get help."

"No, he's out there," Sidney whimpered.

"No, give me the gun."

As Sidney handed Billy the gun, Justin noticed that it didn't even seem like Billy had visible knife wounds or his shirt had no cuts in it like his. "Sid..." he said softly.

Billy opened the door for Randy who came rushing in. "Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!"

Billy slowly turned to Randy with a blank expression. "We all go a little mad sometimes," he said softly before raising the gun.

"No!" Justin yelled out as Billy shot Randy, Justin immediately rushing to Randy's side who wasn't moving.

Billy grinned. "Anthony Perkins, 'Psycho'." Justin slowly looked at Billy who placed his 'bloody' fingers in his mouth. "Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig's blood in 'Carrie.'"

"You motherfucker," Justin mumbled before turning towards the kitchen go out the back way when a seemingly shaken up Stu was already there. "Stu. We gotta go..."

Stu looked at him before raising a small contraption up to his lips with a grin. "Surprise, Justin," the voice from the phone, coming from him.

A look of betrayal fell on Justin's face. His best friend since 6th grade was a killer...

He shoved Stu aside before pulling Sidney into the kitchen...

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