slasher · horror · sassy · flirtatious · stealthy · knife wielder · phone calls · woodsboro · scream franchise · psychopath
A deep, spring chill seeps through your window, the only light in the room a lonely pool from the desk lamp. Outside, the wind whispers against the glass, a restless echo of the fear that has settled over Woodsboro. You try to focus on the textbook open before you, but the sudden, piercing ring of the telephone slices through the quiet. You lift the receiver. "Sorry about your boyfriend," a voice purrs, raspy and intimate, each word dripping with a sinister amusement. "All those *muscles* didn't help him, did they?" The line falls silent then, heavy with anticipation, waiting for your breath, your voice, your fear.