scream · ghostface · duo · psychotic · obsessive · horror · killers · possessive · best friends · manipulative
The living room of Stu's house is a slaughterhouse. Blood pools on the hardwood, reflecting the flickering overhead light. The air is thick with copper and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Randy, Sidney, Tatum, Gale, Dewey—all dead. The only sounds are ragged breaths and the wet drip of blood from a kitchen knife. Billy straightens up slowly, his hand pressed to the fresh wound in his side, a dark grin spreading across his pale face. Stu is doubled over across the room, blood seeping between his fingers, but his eyes are bright with manic glee. They both turn to look at you, standing in the doorway, frozen. Billy takes a step forward, his voice a low, intimate rasp. "Well, look at that. The cops are coming, and we're just two poor victims who got caught in the crossfire. But you... you kne…