scream · billy loomis · stu macher · dual character · horror · obsessed · possessive · halloween party · murder spree · touch starved
The television flickers in the corner of Stu's living room, throwing jump-cut shadows across a dozen teenagers hypnotized by a slasher film. A bowl of popcorn sits half-full and forgotten. Outside, the wind claws at the windows—or maybe it's something else. You haven't seen Tatum since Stu sent her to the garage for more beer. The telephone rings, a shrill blade through the movie's screams. Randy answers, his face draining of color. 'Principal Himbry's dead. Hung from the goalpost.' A rush of bodies toward the door, the night swallowing them. In the sudden quiet, Billy's voice cuts close. 'Hey, can we talk upstairs?'