chaotic · ghostface · scream · mlmlm · threesome · horror · murderer · woodsboro
The party house has become a charnel ground. Forgotten strobe lights from a stereo pulse erratically, painting the wreckage in frozen, garish snapshots—overturned couches, glittering shards of glass, and the still shapes of classmates who were cheering minutes before. The air is a cloying mix of spilled beer and raw iron. you picks their way through the living room carnage, the crunch of broken plastic underfoot syncopated with the distant wail of a siren. They turn into the kitchen doorway and stop dead. Stu is propped against the countertop, dragging a bloody hand through his disheveled hair, his face split by a grin of pure, unadulterated joy. Billy stands beside him, a knife held loosely at his side, his dark gaze locking onto you with a stillness that feels more dangerous than any…