Abby's POV

I went back downstairs to where Randy and the few remaining partiers were. Halloween was still playing on the TV and I was sitting next to Randy.

Most of the girls had left the party, so it was just me and a bunch of guys. Stu, Billy, and Sidney are all upstairs doing god knows what. I'm scared out of my mind for Stu.

The phone rang.

Randy got up from the couch, and knelt down to pick up the phone. "Hello?" He questioned.

He paused for a few seconds, listening to what the caller had to say. He slowly stood up from kneeling position on the floor. Turning back around to the group, Randy said, "Listen up. They found principal Himbry dead. He was gutted and hung from the goalpost on the football field."

The boys around me, too drunk to function, all scrambled out the front door excitedly. "Let's go over there before they pry him down!" One said enthusiastically.

Randy flopped back down on the couch next to me, beer in his hand. "They're all missing the best part." He said to me.

"I'm here Randy," I chuckled. Randy turned his head and gave me a big smile. Then turned back around to continue watching the movie.

I took the big bowl of popcorn off of the coffee table and set it in my lap, slowly eating the salty snack as I watched the movie. Randy occasionally stole a kernel or two.

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Stu's POV

"What do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not a killer?" Billy questions. He was leaning on the queen sized bed, looming over Sidney.

I entered the room silently.

"Oh my god."

"Huh?"

"Oh my god! Billy watch out!" Sidney yelled in horror as I came up behind Billy and stabbed him in the chest, the corn syrup staining his white shirt.

Sidney held her hands up to her face, watching in absolute horror as I "killed" Billy.

Billy turned around to face Sidney and dramatically died, wheezing out "Sid—" before he collapsed onto the bed.

I used my gloved hand to wipe the blood off of my knife. The action made a squeaking sound.

Sidney frantically raced around me, running out of the bedroom door. I followed her closely as she made her way through my room and into my closet.

She closed the door and locked me out of it. I heard her screaming for help from inside of the closet. I quickly opened the door, only to be blocked from entering by a surfboard.

I swung my knife around through the small crack of the door, trying to make my way into the closet. I could not let Sidney out of my sight.

I quickly maneuvered the surfboard out of my way as Sidney crawled out of a small window, yelling for help.

I quickly came up to her as she clung onto the windowsill, scaring the shit out of her. She screamed as I grasped her arm. She pushed my hand off of her forearm and lost her grip, falling down onto the covered boat that was sitting in front of the garage.

She should have died from that fall, but she stumbled off of the boat. She was still alive. And Abby was down there too. "Shit." I said to myself.

I quickly disappeared from her sight, I had to go warn Billy. I rushed back into the room where I had "killed" him.

Billy was sitting up on the bed looking at the stains on his shirt. He looked up as I walked in and took off the ghost face mask. "Nice job, Stu," he was smiling as he looked down, examining his stained shirt, "we really fooled her." He laughed maniacally.

He shifted his gaze from his shirt to my face. "What happened?" He asked.

I didn't respond.

"You killed her right?"

I didn't respond.

"SHIT. STU YOU FUCKING IDIOT. WHERE THE HELL IS SIDNEY."

"She fell. Out of the closet window. I thought she would die from the impact of the fall, but she ran off. Towards the front of the house." I responded timidly.

"FUCK! GO FIND HER GODDAMN IT!"

I put the mask back on as I started to make my way down the stairs. I turned into the living room, seeing Randy sprawled out on the couch holding a pillow to his stomach. He was very drunk, muttering things to himself as he watched Halloween.

"Watch out Jamie. You know he's around." Randy said.

"How ironic." I thought.

"You-you know.. Look, there he is. I told you. I told you he was right around the corner."

I continued sneaking up behind Randy as he muttered these things to himself, I found it quite funny that these would be his final words.

"Jamie. Jamie. Jamie, look behind you. Look behind you. Turn around. Behind you. Aw, turn- behind you!"

I took my knife in both hands, raising it up towards my forehead.

"Behind you, Jamie."

Two familiar screams echoed outside.

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Abby's POV

I sat on the couch with Randy. We had eaten almost the whole bowl of popcorn. Randy had four beers during the small amount of time that it was just the two of us; he was getting very drunk.

I had only had two beers this entire night, so thankfully I could hear the banging and rustling sounds coming from upstairs.

"Do you hear that sound, Randy?"

"No." He responded.

"I'll be back. Make sure Jamie Lee doesn't die, okay?"

"'Kay."

I got up from the couch. I made my way to the bottom stairs and saw a flicker of black fabric running across the hallway. I paused.

"Help me! Help!" Sidney yelled from upstairs.

Sidney. Shit. I had to find her.

I bolted out of the front door, around to the side of the house. I stopped at the garage to catch my breath when I saw it.

Tatum's lifeless body was hanging from the small doggy door on the garage. Her head was smashed against the garage framing, her neck bloody.

A blood-curdling scream.

A loud thump.

I look around.

"Holy shit! Sidney! Oh my god, are you okay?"

Sidney stumbled off of the small motorboat that was residing in Stu's driveway. She looked up quickly, and I followed her gaze up to a window.

"The killer. He was chasing me. I jumped, from there." She said, out of breath. She had her hands on her knees and she was looking towards the ground.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Sidney lifted herself up and embraced me in a warm hug. She sniffled, "The killer. He- he got Billy."

I looked at her with sad eyes, "Tatum too." We looked in the direction where Tatum's corpse was hanging, and Sidney turned around not being able to see her best friend dead.

"We need to go get help." Sidney suggested.

"Good idea."

We began running to the front of the house, looking for anyone who could help us. The news van.

"Help us!" Sidney and I yelled trying to alert anyone in the news van. We continued to yell, "Help!"

We reached the news van and banged on the window, "Let me in!" Sidney yelled.

Gale's cameraman, Kenny, hastily opened the door and let the two of us into the news van. He shut the door after we entered.

"The killer's after us! He's in the house!" Sidney said to the man.

"There's a camera in the house. Look." Kenny pointed to a TV screen where I could see Randy on the couch, right where I had left him earlier. But the cloaked figure of death loomed behind him, creeping up behind the oblivious Randy.

"Randy!" I screamed. "Shit! I shouldn't have left him there alone!"

"Behind you, kid!" Kenny yelled.

Kenny opened the van door to go save Randy. He paused. I turned to look for the reason why, to see that the house's front door was wide open. "Shit." The cameraman said.

"What?" I asked him.

"We're on a 30 second delay."

The screen showed the looming figure running out of the living room where Randy was lying, towards the front door.

Kenny turned around, only to be met by the ghost face mask. The hooded figure slit the man's throat. Sidney and I watched in shock as a familiar red, sticky substance oozed from the gash in Kenny's neck.

The figure quickly turned to look at Sidney and I as Kenny collapsed to the ground. Sidney quickly closed the van's door, but got stabbed by ghost face in the process.

Holding her shoulder, Sidney began moving a bunch of junk away from a small hole near the floor of the van. "This way," she directed.

After she crawled out of the tight space, I began to follow her. Before I could put my chest through, someone grabbed my leg pulling me away from the exit.

"Sidney, don't wait for me! Run!" I yelled as I got pulled back into the van.

I was dragged by the ankle to meet ghost face and my possible death.

The figure removed the haunting mask. It's Stu.

I sighed in relief and jumped up to hug him. "Stu, you're okay." My body was in so much shock I could barely distinguish that I wasn't dreaming.

"So are you," Stu cradled my head as we embraced each other.

A small tear fell onto Stu's shoulder.

He moved my head and saw that I was crying, and he held me tighter. "You're staying with me for the rest of the night, baby. Everything will be okay."

I caught my breath, "Tatum. She's dead. Did you kill her?"

"No, I only killed that guy." Stu said glancing down to where Kenny's body was lying.

"I want you to wait here for a minute okay. I have to do something quickly." Stu said to me, clutching my hands.

"Okay."

Stu stood up and walked out of the small van, placing two feet on the ground. He shut the van door.

I heard light grunting noises and something moving around on the roof of the van.

Stu opened the van door and he held his gloved hand out to me, "We need to go."