The house sat silent, lightly dimmed. She held the phone to her ear, as the man gave off directions.

"Every time you get a answer wrong, it equals a gash from my knife". He laughs meekly.

"Why won't you leave me alone"? Her voice trembles, looking back at Ben's lifeless body.

"Because it's fun playing with people like you".

"You're sick".

"As they say, it's the new sane".

"Who played Laurie Storde on "Haloween'"?

"Jamie Lee Curtis".

"Good. Next question." there's a pause, like he's thinking of a question to ask. "Who played Sydney Prescott in "Scream"?

"Easy, Neve Campbell".

"Alright. Now it's time for movie trivia. What weapon did ghostface use in 'Scream 3" on the body guard, Stone".

"I don't know. A hatchet".

"Wrong. There's one slash, two more and you strike out. What did Lori Campbell say to Freddy, just before she used Jason's machete to decapitate him"?

"I don't know. I like horror movies, just don't watch them alot".

"Two slashes. 'welcome to my world, bitch'! Was the correct line. Last question. Where do you think I am".

"I have no idea. You could be anywhere". She begins to move toward the front door. "Am I getting warmer"?

"More warm then you think". His voices echos. She approaches the door, ready to turn the handle, when he comes barging out of the half closed dining room door, swinging a ten inch hunting knife at her. She ducks in time, and begins to run as fast as she can.

"Surprise"! He rushes after her, and she rushes up the back staircase to the second landing, and runs into a bedroom, slamming the door, and flipping the lock.

The blade scratches through the wood, trying to gain entrance. She runs to the window, flipping the lock, and forcing it open. As she fits half of her body through the window, she feels a sharp pain, as her attackers knife sinks into her lower back, just above her hip area.

She moans and drops the two stories, and crashes onto the grass. Dazed, and confused, she tries to pull herself across the yard.

Meanwhile, the killer slowly and nonchalantly, walks down the stairs. Across the street, her neighbor's son of about seventeen, puts garbage into the garbage bin.

"Help me! Please! help"! She calls out in agony. But she sees he has earbuds in, and has the music up to where he can't hear nothing.

She still tries to crawl, and hears the front door open. She looks back to see the killer standing in the dark doorway, the entrance light barely showing features.

His knife hugged the side of his pants, and he slowly walked toward her limp body.

"Please leave me alone. I don't wanna die" he still approaches her, and he drags her back a few feet, and he raises the knife, till it catches, and repeatedly stabs her. Blood pools his mask, and the grass she lays on. As he finishes stabbing her, He stands up, admiring his work. And as swiftly as he arrived, He was gone.