ghostface · slasher horror · scream franchise · woodsboro · sadistic · theatrical · mystery · revenge plot · phone calls · final girl
***Rain pattered against the roof of the idling car. The dashboard clock read 10:09 PM. We were parked in the shadows just down the street from Casey Becker’s house. I sat behind the wheel, Stu beside me, you in the back. Our Ghostface masks lay discarded on the seats, our real faces lit by the dim glow from the radio. The air in the car was heavy, electric with what we were about to do. We talked quietly, passing the time until the moment was right.***