Jo Stewart groaned loudly as the Stab: Return to Woodsboro title card flashed across the screen. She flipped her long, blonde ponytail back over her shoulder and turned to her best friend. "Why the fuck do we have to watch this?"
Sitting beside Jo on the couch, Holly Martin smiled and responded, "It's Remembrance Week, duh. It's tradition."
"It's a fucking stupid tradition." Jo rolled her eyes. "How many times can you hear the same story and watch the same cheesy-ass movies before you wanna kill yourself?"
"Well, I've clearly not reached that point," Holly replied, chuckling. "It's, like, Christmas."
Jo shook her head. "Psycho. Fine, we'll watch this one, but that's it! After this, turn on something somewhat decent, like maybe Halloween."
Holly's eyebrow arched. "Really? I never took you for the type to be into Halloween."
Jo shrugged. "I made out with a really hot guy in the theater when it came out."
Holly's mouth fell open. "You mean the reboot. Not the original."
Jo looked slightly confused. "Reboot? What? It's called Halloween, not Halloween: The Reboot."
Holly rolled her eyes. "It's called that because it's a reboot, Jo."
"I didn't know there was another one."
"You've got to be joking." Holly stared at her friend in utter disbelief before standing and walking to the DVD rack next to the TV. She pointed to the large box set containing ten movies. "There's, like, ten of them. I know you did not go through your entire childhood without knowing who Michael Myers was."
Jo shrugged. "I'm not a fucking dork, Holly. It's just never really been my thing. Like I said, the only reason I like the reboot or whatever is because of the memory associated with it." She smirked to herself. "If they're anything like the Stab movies, we're in trouble."
Holly sat back down next to Jo. "You aren't serious right now. The entire reason the Woodsboro Massacre even happened was basically because Halloween was a thing. Where do you think they got their inspiration from?"
"They were lunatics," Jo replied matter-of-factly. "A movie didn't make them do anything, and you know it."
"I'm not saying the movie made them do it," Holly corrected. "I'm just saying, the movie jumpstarted the slasher craze in the 1980s and without all those movies, the Woodsboro Massacre would've probably been uber boring and it wouldn't have been worth making a movie about in the first place."
Jo arched an eyebrow. "You're really into this horror stuff, aren't you?"
Holly shrugged. "It's always been my thing. My dad and I used to watch them every year before he passed away." She looked down. "The memories associated with them, I suppose."
Jo shook her head. "You're bringing me down, bitch."
Holly rolled her eyes. "Excuse my inconvenient sob story." She smirked.
Jo sighed. "Let's just watch this. It'll make you happy. I guess it's better than listening to you whine all night."
Holly giggled. "Remind me why I hang out with you?"
Jo shrugged. "Because I'm a bitch and you secretly love it." She smiled at her friend out of the corner of her eye.
Holly smiled back and shook her head. "Whatever. Do you need a drink?" She glanced at Jo's empty glass.
Jo nodded. "Please, dah-ling."
Holly laughed at her friend's silly impression as she grabbed both of their glasses and headed toward the kitchen. Holly and Jo were polar opposites. Holly had always been known as a somewhat shy, bookworm-ish girl with a love for odd things. Jo, on the other hand, was a total fireball, ready to take on the biggest and the baddest and smoke a joint while doing so. She also wasn't the nicest, but Holly managed to see through the walls she'd built around herself, and it turned out, behind those walls was a heart - or something that resembled one, anyway. The saying 'opposites attract' fit perfectly.
Holly set their glasses down on the kitchen counter just as her cell phone started buzzing. She took it out of her back pocket and read the Caller ID. Private. That was odd. She answered anyway. "Hello?"
"Hello, Holly." The voice on the other end of the line was very deep, raspy, and cold. It was the Ghostface voice.
Holly smiled. "Hey! It's been a hot minute. Excited for Remembrance Week?"
"Uh-huh. Are you?"
Holly was getting a kick out of this as she opened the refrigerator and reached for the soda. "You bet! I'm all about it. Now, would you like to expose yourself? You could probably even come join the Stab marathon if you're brave enough."
"What's the fun in watching Stab? I'd rather just stab you for real."
Holly couldn't help but bust out laughing. "God, that was clunky. You need to work on your one-liners, Mr. Ghostface."
"Okay, how's this: I'm gonna use that big, metal fork hanging above the counter to gouge your eyes out and hang you from the chandelier you're currently standing under."
The smile dropped from Holly's face and her blood ran cold. She stared at her mother's huge decorative fork hanging in front of her, then glanced above her at the chandelier. The voice started laughing menacingly. "Was that one better, Holly?"
Hearing the voice say her name sent chills up her spine, and Holly quickly hung up the phone, staring at it for a moment, unable to think straight. Who was on the other line?
"You alright in there?" Jo called from the other room.
Holly didn't say anything. She just kept staring at the counter.
Jo walked into the room and looked at her friend. "God, you look like you've seen a ghost."
Holly looked at her. "I just got a phone call."
A look of concern swept over Jo's face. "Is everything okay? Was it your mom?"
Holly slowly shook her head no.
"Then what is it?" Jo walked toward her friend. "You're scaring me. What's going on?"
Holly looked Jo dead in the eyes. "I-it was… someone who can see me." She glanced over to the large window on the other side of the room.
Jo was confused, then rolled her eyes. "Holly, what the fuck? That's it. We're turning the TV off. You've clearly seen enough."
"Jo, I'm not joking!"
"Holly, it was just a prank." Jo grabbed her friend's shoulders.
"No, someone could see me. He said he was gonna use that fork to gouge my eyes out." Holly pointed at the fork. "He said he was gonna hang me from the chandelier. Someone could see in here."
Jo's hands fell to her sides. "What?"
Holly's phone started ringing again. Private.
"That's probably them!" Holly glanced at the phone, then at Jo, then at the phone.
"God, I'm fucking over this." Jo picked up the phone and put it on speaker. "Hello?"
Jo grimaced. "How do you know my name? Who is this?"
"It doesn't matter how I know you. All that matters is that I do."
Jo rolled her eyes. "Alright, enough already. You've had your fun. Remembrance Week, ha, ha, ha. Now tell me who you are or I'm calling the cops."
"I don't think so."
Both girls jumped and screamed as they heard the front door slam shut in the other room. The line went dead.
Holly looked at Jo. "Believe me now?" she said quietly.
"This is getting too fucking weird." Jo's eyes were wide as she backed up against the counter, gripping it so hard her knuckles were turning white. "We have to kick his ass."
Holly looked at her in disbelief. "What?"
"Oh, come on, you're not gonna be one of those pathetic white bitches that just screams and runs and inevitably dies right now, are you?" Jo glared at her friend.
"You're white too!" Holly responded.
Jo stared at her. "That's what you got out of that?" She shook her head and walked over to grab a knife out of the holder. "He'll only mess with us once. Come on."
Holly chuckled sarcastically. "You've sniffed some glue or something if you think I'm going in there with you."
"Oh, come on! Stop being such a little bitch!" She handed Holly the knife. "I'll even let you be the armed one. Now let's get the hell in there and kick his ass!"
Holly gulped and slowly walked toward the living room.
"Just relax. It's a prank." Jo followed closely behind her friend. "It has to be."
"Jo, why can't we just call the cops?" Holly asked quietly.
"He's in the house, dumbass. Unless the cops can teleport, we're fucked. We have to do this ourselves."
Holly sighed. "I'm starting to think you watch more horror movies than you let on."
"No, I literally just have a brain." Jo rolled her eyes.
The two made their way into the living room and looked around. Nobody.
"Shit. He's in another room." Holly turned to Jo. "What do we do now?"
Jo pointed. "There's the front door! RUN!"
The two ran to the front door. Holly yanked it open… and Ghostface stood before them.
Both girls screamed and grabbed onto each other, backing up. They screamed even louder as a pair of arms wrapped around them from behind.
The Ghostface at the front door doubled over. "Oh, my God, that was great!"
Holly and Jo stopped screaming. Holly recognized the voice. "Michael?!"
The Ghostface at the door stood back up and took off his mask, revealing Michael Howe. Holly was furious. "What the fuck is wrong with you? That scared the hell out of us!"
"Then who the hell are you?" Jo glared at the Ghostface that currently had them in his arms. He let them go and took off his mask, revealing Cody Benson. Jo rolled her eyes and hit him in the arm as hard as she could. "Cody! What the fuck?"
Cody just smiled. "It was Michael's idea-"
"I don't give a shit! God, you're such an asshole." Jo turned and stormed back into the kitchen.
Holly walked up to Michael, tears streaming down her face. "Why did you do this?"
"Babe, calm down, it was just a joke." Michael attempted to wrap his arms around Holly, but she pushed him away.
"That wasn't funny! You're lucky I didn't stab you!" She held up the knife.
Michael smirked. "You stab me? Ha! As if."
Holly rolled her eyes. "You're such a fucking jerk. Both of you."
Michael tried wrapping his arms around his girlfriend once again. Holly was apprehensive, but she sighed and allowed him to pull her in for a hug. "I'm sorry," he said, stroking her hair. "I'm an ass."
"You think?" Holly wrapped her arms around her boyfriend.
Michael chuckled. "But you should've seen your faces!"
Holly backed away and hit Michael in the arm, starting to smile. "Oh, shut up."
Michael looked at Cody. "Oh, by the way, I think your chance with Jo is effectively ruined."
Cody shrugged. "Worth it, honestly." He walked over and gave Michael a high five.
In the kitchen, Jo had opened the window and was standing next to it smoking a joint. She took a puff and sighed, leaning her head against the wall. "Fucking assholes," she said to herself.
Her phone started ringing. She took it out of her pocket and checked the Caller ID. Private. She rolled her eyes. "Michael! Cody! Enough! It wasn't funny then, it's not funny now."
Holly, Michael, and Cody walked into the room. "What are you talking about?" Cody asked.
Jo made a face, then looked back at her phone. "Oh." She answered it. "Hello?"
"Hello." It was the voice.
Jo sighed. "I'm not in the mood. Really. Just tell me who you are, okay? It stopped being funny when I was, like, twelve. Besides, we've already had our scare for the night."
"Oh, Jo. You don't tell me what to do. I make the rules. You're just a pawn in my game."
Jo laughed sarcastically. "Oh, whatever. That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Go to bed, or else I'll tell your mommy."
"If you weren't such a bitch, maybe I wouldn't cut your beating heart out of your chest and shove it down your throat."
Jo grimaced and quickly hung up.
"Who was that?" Holly asked.
Jo looked at her. "Remembrance Week. Who do you think? Ghostface."
"God, two calls in one night. Who else is with you guys?" Holly turned to Michael and Cody.
The two boys looked at each other. "Nobody," Michael replied. "Two calls?"
"You called us once, dumb shit," Jo snapped. "Your cover is blown."
"No, really." Michael looked confused. "We haven't called anybody."
"Guys, just stop," Holly urged.
"We're serious!" Michael responded. "I swear, I didn't call anybody. Did you?" He turned to Cody.
Cody shook his head. "No. I don't have the app. It slows my phone down."
Jo started laughing. "Oh, great. Just fucking great."
Holly looked at Jo. "Wait. The person that called me earlier… could see me. If it wasn't you guys… then…"
Suddenly, the lights went out.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, knock it off!" Jo yelled.
"Shut up! That wasn't us!" Michael snapped.
Holly's phone started ringing. She picked it up. Private. "I think it's him."
"Let me talk to the asshole." Michael took her phone away and put it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Michael, Michael, Michael." The voice started laughing.
"What the fuck do you want? Who is this?" Michael demanded.
"It's very unfortunate that you won't live nearly long enough to figure it out."
Suddenly, a masked figure appeared out of the living room behind Michael and stabbed him in the neck. Michael shrieked and dropped the phone. Holly, Jo, and Cody all started screaming and scrambled toward the door to the hallway. Ghostface ripped the knife out of Michael's neck and started stabbing him violently in the back until he fell to the floor, his body limp and lifeless.
Holly, Jo, and Cody ran down the hallway and back to the living room. Holly darted to the table and grabbed her car keys. "Come on! Hurry!"
Jo and Cody started to follow Holly out the front door, but Ghostface appeared and grabbed Cody by the back of his robe, yanking him to the floor.
Jo spun around. "No!"
"Run!" Cody screamed as Ghostface started stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, blood splattering everywhere.
Jo's eyes welled up with tears. "Jo! Come on!" Holly screamed from outside. She was at her car.
Jo turned and ran toward Holly's car, Ghostface right behind her. Holly got in and shut and locked her door. Jo got in the passenger seat and did the same. Ghostface stood in front of the car, watching Holly and Jo.
"Run the fucker over!" Jo screamed.
Holly was turning the ignition switch, but nothing was happening. "It won't start!"
"What do you mean it won't start?"
"I mean, it won't fucking start!" Holly screamed.
"What's wrong with it?" Jo was hysterical.
"I don't know, let me call a fucking mechanic! So much for pathetic white bitch!" Holly yanked the key out and threw it in the floor.
Ghostface appeared next to her window and tapped it with his knife. Holly screamed and jumped over into Jo's lap. The two girls watched in horror as Ghostface lifted the car's battery into their view.
"Oh, shit, he got the battery." Holly looked around frantically, searching for a weapon, a way out, anything.
"What do we do?!" Jo screamed.
"FUCK!" Holly tried to shield her face as Ghostface threw the battery through the front windshield. Glass shattered everywhere, and the heavy battery hit Holly's knees with a thud. She screamed in pain, using her hands to push it into the back seat.
Ghostface quickly climbed up the hood of the car and started to reach in the windshield. Jo unlocked her door and made her way out from underneath Holly. She stood up and started to run, but Ghostface jumped off the hood and slammed the door into her body, causing her to fall to the ground. He stood above her and rolled her onto her back. She screamed and started hitting him in the face.
"No! Please! Leave her alone!" Holly screamed from inside the car. Her knees were in very, very bad shape. She was maneuvering around to the other side to open the door, but it wasn't easy. Her kneecaps were more than likely shattered.
Ghostface raised his knife and started stabbing Jo. She continued to fight until she just couldn't anymore, and her body eventually fell limp. By this point, Holly had opened the car door and was pulling herself out, onto the ground. She screamed when her knees fell out of the car and onto the gravel. She started pulling herself along as quickly as she could, the entire lower half of her body in intense pain.
Ghostface stood above her and grabbed the back of her head, slamming it into the gravel, moving her face around and around, blood smearing all over the small rocks as Holly screamed. He swiftly flipped her onto her back. Her face was completely mangled. She was unable to open her eyes, blood was pouring from her nose, and the skin on her face was all but gone. She weeped as Ghostface stood above her. She started praying, waiting to feel the cold blade of his knife.
Suddenly, she heard movement. She continued to lie there, breathing heavily, sobbing, unable to move. She waited and waited. And waited. And waited.
Why wasn't he just killing her?
After what seemed like an eternity, she forced her eyes open, groaning as she did so. She looked up and saw the black, starry sky. She quickly looked around for her attacker. He was nowhere to be found.
She quickly reached into her back pocket and grabbed her phone, dialing 9-1-1. "9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
"This is Holly Martin. I've been attacked. My friends are dead…" Holly started sobbing uncontrollably.
Her friends were dead. Her best friend, Jo, was dead. Her boyfriend, Michael, was dead. Poor Cody, whom she barely knew, was dead. And, for some reason, she was still alive.