Scream 2 [✓]

Chapter 16

The drive back to Woodsboro was a tiring and long one. But after everything that happened, you couldn't be more relieved to see your parents again.

It felt strange to see the plaque of 'welcome to Woodsboro' pass by the side of the street, just barely.

The headlamps of your car did little to pierce the fog that was floating at either side of the road, and the windshield wipers barely kept up with the cold, hard rain.

Before visiting your parents though, there was one more thing you needed to do for closure.

You parked your car at the side of the empty road.

The only light visible came from the time-worn church standing before the graveyard. You didn't bother taking an umbrella with you and stepped out of the car, making your way through the grounds, dodging some forgotten graves.

The majority of the graves had bouquets placed on top while others had weather destroyed toys and notes which had been attacked by the rain.

On the left is where they laid. The only ones that weren't cracked and barely littered with moss.

These graves weren't old at all.

You were glad that it stopped raining for the moment and knelt down on the damp grass, tracing the carved letters with your fingers.

'Sidney Prescott'

Coos from owls and the scatter in the thickets became more noticeable. Briefly you looked up at the night sky.

The slither of moon was curtained by the grey clouds that threatened to shed tears again at any moment, reflecting your own mood.

You were tired. Oh, so tired.

Not just physically, but mentally as well. But it was over, finally.

Visiting these graves marked something special for you. You would never forget your friends but maybe, just maybe, you could forget about the horrible events, push those out of your mind to replace them with happy memories.

Inside your pocket, you fumbled around for a scrap of paper. You tugged out the lined bit of paper with a few words scribbled on.

You situated the note to the side of the grave, stood up, and repeated the process with the grave right next to it as well.

'Tatum Riley'

It seemed only like yesterday that you and her were laughing about something completely irrelevant.

God, did you miss that girl. You would never forget her, even if you tried to. Even though it was night time and most people would avoid going to a graveyard at this hour, you lacked the energy to care.

You spent around half an hour there before deciding to head home for the night.

The second you rolled into the familiar driveway of your home, however, you had this sensation that something was off.

The lights of your car illuminated straight on the front door, allowing you to see it was creaked open to a quarter. Through the crack and the windows it was obvious that the lights in the house were off.

You shut off the engine and peered inside through the windows.

The scenery around you was already enough to creep you out but the sense of dread starting to build up in every fiber of your being downright pierced you to the core.

Taking out your cellular device, you gave yourself a pat on the back for not being brain dead and called to the house.

After getting no response once, twice but three times of calling, your brain screamed at you not to head in alone but you needed to see your parents.