Revenge

Four

"What?" I asked, pausing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Where am I? The front door or in the house?" He asked.

I walked over to the front door. I know it's stupid to open the door and step outside to check. I've watched enough horror movies to know that. If Randy was here he would be yelling at me not to open the door. But I did it anyway. I unlocked and opened the door only to be met with nothing. "Are you watching me?" I asked. I walked outside, leaving the door open and walked to the railing by the chairs that were set on the porch. The porch wrapped around to the side door that led into the kitchen.

"Yes," he answered me.

"So you're looking at me right now?" I asked.

"Yes. Stu Macher is a lucky man to have a girl like you. It'll be a shame when I gut you like a fish just like I did to your mother," he said.

"Fuck you, you cretin!" I yelled and ran back inside the house. I locked the door and headed for the stairs. I came to a stop though when I heard something behind me. The closet door to be exact. I turned around but there was no one there but there was a nose coming from inside the closet. Every bell inside my head went off. My instincts told me to run but my feet didn't listen. They led me to the door where my hand reached out and twisted the handle. Just as I did someone in a black cloak, and a white mask popped out, knife in hand. I screamed, pushing the door with as much force as I could, knocking him back a little and ran.

When I looked back he was right behind me. I grabbed the vase of flowers off the table in the foyer and chucked them at him. He swore and dodged the vase while I ran into the kitchen. The stairs were a last minute option for me. Only the stupid bitches run up the stairs where they end up being trapped and then fucking killed. I was already stupid once tonight now need to do it twice. I started flinging draws open trying to find something to use as protection. As soon as the killer reached the kitchen I threw a meat tenderizer thing at him. If I was going to die today I wasn't going to make it easy for the bastard.

"Fuck you!" I yelled and threw something else at him before running past him and back towards the front door. I tried opening but in my haste I couldn't get the damn door unlocked before I was thrown backwards. I hit the hardwood floor hard and groaned. I flipped over to try and get up but he was quicker and straddled me, flipping me on my back again. He lifted his arms over his head, both hands cradled around the handle. My own hands shot up and wrapped around him before the tip of the knife could bury deep into my chest. I pushed back against his weight as hard as I could letting go with one hand and swinging my fist into the side of his head.

He dropped the knife and I twisted under him, try8ng to crawl away. A hand wrapped around my ankle and pulled me back making me scream. His fingers laced into my hair and pulled me back and up so my back was arched. My hands flew to the back of my head, nails clawing at his hands to let go. Then I swung my head back as hard as I could into his face. He groaned, letting go of me, and rolling onto his back. I scrambled to get my feet under me and ran to the stairs.

Half way up his hand lashed itself around my ankle and pulled. I twisted, kicking him in the chest with my other foot and rushed up the stairs. It didn't take him long to recovery and chase after me.

"Easy. Easy."

His voice was muffled but sounded familiar. Way too familiar. Since Sidney's room was just at the top of the landing I rushed into her room and shut the door, then pushed her closet door against it. The killer's arm reached through trying to grab me. I looked at him in confusion because I could have sworn the voice I heard was my own boyfriends. But Stu would hurt me would he? I shook my head and rushed to the phone sitting on Sidney's desk to call 911. The line was dead though so I turned the computer on and connected to 911 that way, putting in the address.

When I turned around he was gone. Then one of the plant pots outside on the roof broke and I slowly walked towards the open window. I was stupid twice now, well I was probably stupid more than twice tonight so why not one more time. I screamed when a hand slammed down on the ledge of the window. "It's just me," Billy said, popping his head in. I stepped back and he climbed into the window. "Oh, my god," I cried and threw myself at him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, "hey. It's okay. I've got you. Where is Sidney? What's going on?" He asked. "The killer. The killer was here," I said. "Where's Sidney?" He asked. "With Tatum."

He pulled me closer to him, "it's okay. He's gone now," he said. I heard a thump and looked down to the floor to see a black cellar phone on the carpet. I tensed and pulled away from him. "What? What's wrong?" He asked. He looked down at the phone and then back to me. "Y/N. Wait. It's not what you think," he said. I didn't stick around to listen. I turned and yanked the door open and rushed down the stairs.

"Y/N/N! Wait! Y/N/N!" I heard Billy yelling for me. I didn't stop. I ran to the front door, unlocked it and yanked it open only to be met with the white mask. I screamed and then Dewey screamed, dropping the mask. "It's just me! It's okay!" He said as I launched myself at him. "Upstairs. Billy Loomis is upstairs," I told him. He ushered me outside and two cops ran in and upstairs. Dewey walked me over to the ambulance and sat me down. While they checked me over he asked what had happened and I explained everything. The phone call, the guy jumping out of the coat closets and then Billy climbing through Sidney's window.