Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25974603-20150728060142/@comment-25974603-20150730014713

(Is okay.)

It was the year 1999, a cold November night.

The phone rang in the living room of the McNeil household. Quickly, Joanna ran over to pick it up. "Hello?"

A deep voice answered her on the other end. "Who's this?"

"Uhm, who's calling? Mitchell, is that you?"

"Do I sound like Mitchell to you?"

Joanna shook her head. "No, I don't think so.....Okay, give that up, Rob, I know that's you," she laughed. "You've been watching "Stab" one too many times."

"But I'm not Rob. Or Mitchell, either."

Joanna thought for a few minutes, rubbing her chin in thought.

"Alana?"

"Nope. Guess again."

Joanna sighed. "Well, you've got the wrong number, whoever you are. It happens."

"Alright, I understand."

She smiled. "Goodbye." She hung up on him, and plopped herself down onto the couch, turning on the TV. "Stab" was on, and it was the finale where Sidney faces off with the killers, Billy and Stu. She had to admit, Tori Spelling and Luke Wilson did not look very much like Sidney and Billy in real life at all. Stab 2, the sequel, was good, but it wasn't as good as the original. Fans were pissed off when they killed off Randy in the second one. ''Oh well. I wonder if Stab 3 is going to be any good.''

The phone rang once again, and Joanna reached over to pick up the phone.

"Yello?"

"Hello?" It was the same man who had called her just a few seconds eariler.

"Why are you calling again?" Joanna asked in a confused tone.

"Because I just want to talk to you, that's all."

Joanna shook her head. "Why? I don't even know you."

"And you dislike me already?"

Wait a minute...did he just make a reference to a line in the original Stab?

"No...wait, hey, do you like horror movies?" She asked, curious.

'I love horror movies. They're my favorite."

Joanna felt urged to continue the conversation. "So, uhm, what's your favorite scary movie?"

'Halloween 3. It's really underrated. What's yours?"

"Plumbers Don't Wear Ties," Joanna jokingly answered. "No, just kidding. Urban Legend. Rebecca Gayheart is really good in that movie."

"Ooh, I really like that one too. What about Halloween H20?"

"That was okay. Not as good as the original. No sequel is ever as good as the original." Joanna went to the kitchen to grab a bag of chips. When it comes to horror movies, this guy really knows his stuff.

"So, do you have any boyfriends?" He asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Joanna smirked as she walked over to the couch, sitting down and opening the bag of dill pickle chips.

"Just curious."

"I don't have one. Why, you want to ask me out?" She chuckled.

"No. I need to know what I'm dealing with here."

Joanna raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I want to know who I'm looking at here."

"Wait, what?" Joanna questioned, starting to become a little worried.

"You know what I said. Who am I looking at now?"

Just in case, she walked over to her front door, locking it. She also set the alarm. Smart. However, she forgot to lock the backdoor.

"Listen, whoever this is, this isn't very funny, okay? I'm going to hang up now, it's getting late."

"Don't hang up on m-" He was interrupted by Joanna pressing the end call button.

'Jesus. People these days." Shaking her head, she was about to walk upstairs to her room when the phone rang again. Cursing under her breath in frusturation, she answered the call again.

"Okay, stop. I need to sleep, call me tommorow or something."

"Don't hang up on me!" Of course, she hung up. As she attempted to go to her room once again, the phone rang once more. "GOD DAMN IT!" Frustrated, she answered the call. "Listen right here, fuckwad! Stop calling this FUCKING number!"

"No, stupid bitch, hang up on me again and I'll cut your stomach open, then your hang you from your intestines on the ceiling!"

"Fuck you, asshole! You're not funny, and you're most definitely not in my house!" Joanna slammed her fist onto the table.

"I'm not joking!" The voice yelled.

"Prove it, asshole."

Seconds later, "Somebody Gonna Die Tonight" by Dave Bing blasted from upstairs. Judging by the expression Joanna had on her face, she knew this just got serious. Grabbing a knife from the kitchen table, she cautiously walked upstairs, waiting for anyone to walk out of her room, the one that the music was being blasted in. Slowly, she opened the door to her room, and looked around. No one was there. If horror films had taught her anything, something was going to jump out at her. Knife at the ready, she slowly turned the knob to the closet, and opened it. All that was there was clothes, clothes, and more clothes. He's gotta be hiding here somewhere. Backing away from the closet, she sighed, and walked over to the door. When she opened it....

Ghostface stood there, holding the knife above his head. Joanna's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit!" He charged at her, but quickly she crouched over, resulting in him tripping and falling over her. Quickly, she began to run, but not before he cut her ankle. She screamed in pain, and bolted down the stairs. Grabbing the phone, she began to dial 911, but the other was silent. Looking down, she saw that the phone line had been cut. "You have got to be shitting me.." She began to run to the front door, but Ghostface grabbed her from behind. Screaming and struggling, she headbutted him, knocking them both over the couch and smashing right through the glass table. Joanna lay there, seemingly unconscious and bloodied from the shards of glass. Ghostface, assuming that she wasn't going to get right back up, sat onto top of her. Raising the knife, he slowly went in for the kill, when he was striked in the face by the girl. "Fucker!" Once again, she tried to run, but he grabbed her leg, and plunged the knife deep into her back. Joanna fell over onto the floor, bleeding and in massive amounts of pain. Removing the knife from her back, and knowing she couldn't get back up, turned her over. She looked directly into his face, speaking quietly. "You're never going to get away with this." He removed his mask, and Joanna had a surprised look on her face. The killer glared at her. "Watch me." He plunged the knife deep into her chest, killing her.

(Phew. And that was the opening kill. Not as good as I thought it would be, and Joanna didn't seem to be very scared. I mean, she was very scared and fearful on the inside, but still. Didn't really show.)