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Buzz… Buzz… Buzz…
“Love you too, dad!” a girl shouts as she waves out towards a man with short, graying hair from the front door of her house. “Hope tonight's talk turns out well!”
“We can only hope, Kokona!” the man shouts back, waving back at his daughter. He turns and continues his walk towards their beat up car, opening the door and stepping in. “Tell Saki I said hello!” he shouts as he shuts the door and turns on the car.
“Don’t worry, I will!” the girl, Kokona, shouts back as she attempts to part her purple bangs from her face, to little success. She watches the car slowly drive away into the darkened streets, before she hears it.
Buzz… Buzz… Buzz…
“Shit!” Kokona shouts, before turning and heading back inside.
She rushes past the sofa and television to her left and bathroom door to her right. Passing the stairs, she turns right before the dining area and walks up to the kitchen, grabbing her ringing smartphone that was resting on the countertop.
“Hello,” the voice of a similarly aged girl rings out from the phone.
“Hello, Saki,” Kokona says, awkwardly twirling her left twindrill. “Sorry about that. I was saying goodbye to dad. He wanted me to tell you he said hello.”
“Oh, well if I leave before he gets back, tell him I said hello too,” Saki says sweetly. “I just left the house, but mom and dad won’t let me use the car, so it’ll be a bit.”
Kokona laughs. “Saki, you live like two blocks away.”
“True,” Saki says as if with a shrug.
“Excited for tonight?”
“Always excited for movie night, Koko!”
“Well you better be,” Kokona says, walking around the counter and into the kitchen towards the pantry, “cause we were actually able to buy popcorn tonight!” She opens the very lightly stocked pantry and pulls out the single bag of popcorn.
“Woohoo!” the voice of Saki shouts out from the other end of the call enthusiastically. “So … what are we watching tonight? Remember, your house, your pick.”
“That’s where the other bout of good news comes in,” the purple haired girl says as she places the bag of popcorn into the cheap microwave. “You know how we’ve basically exhausted our supply of horror flicks from here?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, the other day while at the store I found a bunch of American horror flicks being sold for basically nothing?”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Kokona says, enthusiasm building, “and not just single entries or cheap one off flicks. I mean whole franchises!”
“Holy shit! Seriously?”
“Fuck yeah, seriously! All twelve Friday’s, all eleven Halloweens, nine Nightmares, nine Saws, eight Stabs, nine Texas Chainsaws, sev-”
“Slow down, Koko!” Saki says with a laugh. “You’re gonna bleed yourself dry if you keep it up.”
“Nuh uh!” Kokona says as she takes a seat on the counter. “Like I said, they were being sold at bargain bin level. I was able to buy the Alien movies and it only cost my free spending money, and that’s with full English and Japanese translations.”
“Well it’ll make watching films with Japanese only or English only friends easier,” Saki says.
“And for poor girls like me,” Kokona jokes, to which both girls laugh lightly.
After the two calm down, there’s silence over the phone call for a few seconds.
“So…” Saki starts, awkward but sympathetic, “is it getting better money wise?”
Kokona lets out a sigh. “Not yet, but if things go well tonight, our debts will be a little looser.”
“Good,” Saki says before another, longer pause. “How’s your dad doing?”
“Well he’s gotten better,” Kokona says awkwardly. “He’s stopped drunk crying to me.”
“Really? That’s good.”
“Yeah, now he’s sober crying to me.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Kokona says, parting her bangs again. “It’s just that mom dying hit him hard and he still hasn’t recovered yet. Me neither, and the minimal money he’s making isn’t helping the recovery process.”
“I get that,” Saki says before an awkward pause. “So… are you sti-”
“Don’t!” Kokona says, raising her tone. She takes a deep breath, she says in a calmer tone, “Please don’t bring THAT up.”
“Sorry,” Saki says, a bit downcast, though she pipes back up quickly. “Well I just circled the block. Should be there in two minutes or so.”
“Good,” Kokona says, also piping up a little, “cause the popcorn's almost rea-”
Ring Ring! Ring Ring! Ring Ring!
The sound of a ringing phone cuts her off.
“What was that?” Saki asks.
“Someone’s just calling the landline,” Kokona says, walking over to the phone on the wall as the microwave beeps. “Probably something for dad.”
“I’ll hang up and we can continue our chat over text,” Saki says. “I’m like right there anyways.”
“Okay, see you then,” the purple haired girl says, hanging up her cellphone, immediately going to her messages app to continue her chat with Saki as she grabs and answers the landline. “Hello! House of Haruka, Kokona speaking.”
“Hello, Kokona,” an incredibly alluring and sexy male voice says from the landline, catching the girl a little off guard.
“Oh,” she says, slightly flustered at how nice this guys voice is. She chuckles lightly, before asking, “So… how did you get my number? Are you calling for something involving my father, cause he just left.”
“Oh, I just found this lost cell phone and I’m calling everyone in their contacts to find out who it belongs to,” the voice says.
“Well,” Kokona says, pulling the phone away to read the number on the screen, “I don’t think I know that number, although I will say that your voice is a bit familiar.”
“Really?” the voice asks as Kokona’s phone vibrates. “I don’t think I know any Kokona’s.”
“Yeah,” she says, looking down at her phone, not listening, as she reads Saki’s text.
Saki: So who’s calling you
Some guy with a lost phone
Saki: Really?
“Though based on the sound of your voice,” the caller says, getting Kokona’s attention again, “I’d love to get to know you.”
Kokona lets out an awkward laugh as she looks back down at her phone. “Thanks, I guess.”
“I mean, you just sound like a sweet, smart, sexy young woman…” the voice goes on as Kokona reads the text.
Saki: What number does the line say?
Kokona quickly texts the number to Saki as the caller continues. “-and you look the part too.”
“Thanks,” Kokona says, not really paying attention to what he’s saying. “Well I’d like to get to know you more, but I have plans with my friend.”
“Oh,” the voice says, “plans this late at night? What are you planning?”
“Oh, we’re just gonna watch some scary movie.”
“Oooooh, I like scary movies.”
“Really? Well that’s one thing we have in common.”
“What’s your favorite scary movie?”
“Well, that’s a tough one,” Kokona says, before she looks down at her phone, which is now receiving a text.
Saki: Isn’t that the number for Ayano’s old phone?
“Wait,” she says, speaking as if she’s just figured something out, “I just remembered who that number belongs to!”
“Really?” the voice asks skeptically.
“Yeah. It belonged to a classmate of mine, Ayano Yudasei. She lost it a few months ago, I think.”
“Oh, well, thanks for the help,” the voice says in a relieved tone. “I’ll make sure this Ayano girl gets it as soon as possible.”
“Well,” Kokona says, not sure how to end it. “I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
Before he could respond, she hangs up the landline and immediately begins to dial Saki on her smartphone.
“So what was all that about?” Saki asks the second she’s connected.
“I don’t know,” Kokona says with a light shutter. “He asked about the phone, then he started to compliment me, saying he wants to “get to know me better”.”
Saki audibly shudders. “Gross.”
“A little, yeah,” she says, before a small smile forms on her face. “His voice was kinda sexy, though, and I’m pretty sure I’ve heard it from somewhere.”
“Careful, Koko,” Saki teases, “he might just be like some of those other guys.”
“Stop it!” the girl shouts into her phone. “It’s not like THAT, okay!”
After calming down, Saki says, “Anyways, I’m like right at your door so we really don’t need to be on the phone anymore. Oh~”
“Saki?” Kokona says at the sound of light shuffling fills the phone line for a few seconds, before abruptly hanging up. “Saki?” She heads back to the messenger app and begins to text her.
Saki! What was that?
As she waits for a response, she turns toward the front door and starts walking towards it. She promptly opens the door and looks outside, seeing no one standing in the driveway or the road, despite Saki saying she was just there. Even in the darkness of night, she’d still be visible.
“Saki!” Kokona calls out as she glances around the front of her house, but the only thing that catches her eye is the light shuffling off the shrubbery beside the road to her right, probably the result of the light breeze.
Before she could investigate any further, she smells something, something bitter and smokey.
“Shit!” she shouts, turning and rushing back into her house, slamming the door shut as she goes. She sprints back towards the kitchen, a thin stream of smoke flowing out of the microwave. Without thinking, she opens the microwave and takes out the bag of burnt popcorn. She lets out a yelp in pain and tosses the bag onto the counter and she frantically waves her hands.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she repeats, before quickly turning on the sink and stuffing her hands into the cold water flow, letting out a sigh of relief.
She holds them under the water for about half a minute, before pulling them out. She grabs her cellphone and, with her still hurting hands, texts to Saki.
Popcorns burnt, so whatever you’re doing out there better be worth it.
What are you doing out there anyways? Aren’t we supposed to be watching a movie?
Grabbing and putting on the tattered oven mitts, she opens the bag and pours the burnt popcorn into the prepared bowl. She picks it up, the bowl already a bit hot, and places it on the kitchen table.
She lets out a sigh, before something to the right of her catches her attention. Turning out to the glass back door, she notices some more shuffling leaves in the shrubbery in her backyard.
She walks up to the door and flicks on the light, revealing nothing in her yard, but lighting up that piece of shrubbery more, showing that its movements are flowing opposite the wind.
Before she could investigate any further, her phone vibrates, startling her. She walks over to the counter and picks it up to read.
Saki: Just thought I’d have a little fun before the movie ;)
Are you being serious?
I just fucking burned my hands trying to get out that popcorn!
Saki: Look back out front.
Saki: ;)
Kokona rolls her eyes as she turns back and walks towards the front of the house again. She opens the front door and doesn’t see anything new. No Saki, no nothing. She’s about to head back inside, before she looks down.
Folded neatly on her driveway was a pile of clothes. Overshirt, undershirt, leggings and skirt, all folded properly in a pile, a pair of shoes sitting neatly in front of it. It’s the cyan bra and panties laying atop the pile that both shows who these belong to and what they’re doing.
Letting out a huge sigh, Kokona pulls up her phone and dials Saki’s number.
“Hello, you’ve reached Saki Miyu. I’m not availab-”
She promptly hangs up upon hearing the voicemail, and promptly texts her.
Seriously, again!
I burnt my hand and the popcorn just so you can run around my yard naked?
Saki: Fun, right?
Get over here and put your clothes back on. If you mess around for too long, dad will come back and we won’t be able to watch the movie.
Saki: You’ll have to catch me first ;)
Kokona groans at this, before beginning to walk out of her house.
She’s not even off her patio before she hears a
Ring Ring! Ring Ring! Ring Ring!
Rolling her eyes, she turns and walks back inside the house, shutting the door as she goes. “Why is this all happening now?” she asks herself as she picks up the landline.
“Hello, you’ve reached the house of Haruko, this i-”
“Hello, Kokona,” the same sexy male voice from before says, causing a shiver to roll down her spine.
“Uh, hello to you too sir,” she says back, now a bit unnerved. “Uh, weren’t you gonna bring that phone back?”
“Oh well it’s too late in the night for me to bring it back to that Ayano girl, and I don’t know where to find her even if it wasn’t.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Besides,” the voice says, much more sultry, “I want to talk with you more, Koko.”
Kokona’s starting to get a little skeeved out by this man's persistence in chatting, so she tries to deflect. “I’d love to, but my friend is messing with me right now and I want to get her to stop.”
“What’s she doing?” the voice asks as Kokona receives a text from the girl herself.
Saki: What’s taking you so long?
Saki: Need some encouragement? ;)
“Running around my yard ass naked,” Kokona says dryly as she receives a picture text from Saki. It’s a neck down picture of a girl laying stomach up on the grass completely naked, seemingly at night. The long, cyan pigtails either side of her torso show that indeed it’s Saki. Oddly, though, for some reason there seems to be a few more shadows on her than what should be, though Kokona pays it little mind.
Can you stop that now. That guy called back and I’m on the phone with him.
“Ooooh, she sounds fun,” the voice says, audibly excited. “Likes scary movies and running around naked. My kind of girl. Hopefully you’re like that too.”
“Oh, no I’m not,” Kokona says, wanting to get this talk over with as soon as possible. “I’m not that confident.”
Saki: Oooh, Mr. Sexy voice is back!
Shut up and get in here!
“You’re joking?” the voice says. “With a body like that, why wouldn’t you want to show it off?”
“Well the thing is, just because I have a-” Kokona cuts herself off as she fully realizes what that man said, her eyes starting to widen. Her head darts around, looking out of each window, the lack of anyone looking in not helping her nerves. “Wait, can you repeat tha-”
“When we spoke just then,” the voice says, cutting her off, “you didn’t get the chance to tell me your favorite scary movie. I’d like to hear it, please.”
“Uh, hmmm, um,” she stammers out, starting to slow her steadily increasing breath. “R-Ring.”
“Japanese or American?”
“Uhhh, Japanese I guess,” Kokona says, managing to maintain enough composure to hide her feelings of unease from the guy she’s talking to. “I will say I like the American version of the original as well. Has its own charm.”
“So you’re into American horror flicks too, huh?” the voice asks.
“Yeah, I’m a pretty big fan of a decent few of the films over there as well. Uh, what’s your favorite scary movie?”
“If you want, we can play a guessing game,” the voice says. “I’ll give you a few hints and you have to guess. Sounds good?”
“Okay, I guess,” Kokona says with slight reluctance.
“Okay, well it’s the first in a franchise with eight installments, it’s based on true events, and it’s incredibly self-aware.”
Kokona wracks her brain as she attempts to recollect what movie those apply to. “Uhhhh, no, I’m not sur- Wait!” She snaps as she gets it. “Is it Stab?”
“Yes,” the voice says with a light laugh. “I love those movies.”
“Same,” Kokona says, awkwardly laughing back. “Well a few of them, the rest are complete trash. That last one two years ago was soooo bad!”
“That I agree with,” the voice says.
“And besides, if you combine that with what happened last year in Woodsboro, I doubt they’ll ever make another one.”
“A truly sad fate,” the voice says, “especially since all of them have something about them that makes them feel unique among the litany of slasher films.”
“Eh, not really,” Kokona says with a shrug. “I mean, meta-textual horror flicks have been done to death, especially over there in the States. It's more unique nowadays to just do a straight forward horror flick. Even Stab’s novelty of being based on true events started to ring hollow with four, even if that one is still good.”
“It’s not the meta nature or real life inspiration that makes them unique,” the voice says. “I’m more so referring to the sheer brutality that’s a staple for all of them, regardless of quality or if it’s based on true events. The violence is so brutal yet it feels so real.”
“That, I’ll agree with you on,” Kokona says, more focused on scrolling down at all the texts and photos Saki sent during this exchange. Most of it’s just prodding for her to come outside, with a good few pics. What’s off about all of them is that they’re all from the neck down, all either laying on the grass or slumped against a wall or tree, and the bizarre shadows.
Saki?
Is something wrong?
“It’s the openings that always get me, though,” the voice says, snapping Kokona back into the conversation.
“Oh, uh, I guess me too, though I only really remember the ones from the first two, but in the end they’re all just major A list American celebrities having an opening cameo before getting killed. They kinda blend in together, especially since they all seem to try and replicate what made the first work so well.”
“And what made the first one work so well?”
“Uh, let’s see,” Kokona says, trying to remember the opening scene of the first Stab. But thanks to her stress and even fear of this bizarre situation, she can't recall anything.
“Maybe it’s because the scenario presented is one that many people fear.”
“I, uh, I guess,” Kokona says, breathing slowly increasing again.
“Picture this then,” the voice says in an almost threateningly stern voice, “you’re a teenage girl, home alone, in the middle of the night, and a stranger calls. You have a talk with him for a bit, then he starts getting more and more intense, especially as he makes it clear that he’s watching you, a girl with purple twindrilled hair, and you don’t know what his plans for you are, only that they aren’t good. Feel how scary that is?”
She’s starting to hyperventilate now as she quickly shots glances out of each window.
“Okay listen! This isn’t! Fucking! Funny! Whoever you are!” As she speaks, she texts the same thing to Saki.
“Just having a little fun with you, Koko ,” the voice says tauntingly, before letting out a maniacal laugh, before stopping suddenly. “ That friend of yours has a really nice body, there! I would love to get my hands all over her, and you.”
“Alright you fucker, listen here,” Kokona shouts between breaths, “I’m hanging up this phone, and so help me I’m gonna-”
“I wouldn't do that if I were you! You need to keep listening to every word I say! After all, YOUR LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT!”
Kokona slams the phone back onto the wall, hanging it up. Pulling up her cellphone back to her face as she paces the main room, locking both the front and back door as she goes, she texts Saki.
Whatever you’re doing, stop it now!
Saki: Whu?
Either you’re messing with me or we’re both in danger, so FUCKING STOP IT!
Saki: What do you mean? Why are we in danger?
Just get inside and I’ll explain then.
Saki: Okay, okay! It was a bad night to do this. I’ll grab my clothes and knock on the door
Good
With that small bit of reassurance, Kokona crouches down, out of view of the windows, as she catches her breath.
After a few seconds, she hears a knock at the front door. Kokona rises to her feet and goes to take a step towards it, when her phone vibrates again. Pulling it out, she sees that Saki’s sent another picture.
It’s her, still nude and below the neck, with her back against a tree. Her feet are awkwardly pressed together and her knees are spread to the sides. Her heart skips a beat when she sees both of Saki’s hands in frame, laying on the ground. It then dawns on her that, from the angle of the camera, it has to be held by another person.
Ring Ring! Ring Ring! Ring Ring!
She screams at the phone ringing again. Turning to it, she’s already resolved to not answer it.
Then her phone vibrates again.
Saki: Phone’s ringing
I know that and I’m not answering it!
Saki: you should
Absolutely not!
Wait
Saki
How do you know the phone is ringing?
Saki: This isn’t Saki
Now panicking, but brimming with anger, Kokona charges back to the other side of the house. Stopping in the kitchen to grab a chefs knife, she picks up the landline and shouts, “This isn't fucking funny, Saki or whoever you are!”
“Sure is funny to me.”
“I am calling the fucking police!”
“And by the time they get here, I would have gutted you like a fish!”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!”
“WHAT DO I WANT? ” the voice shouts back. “ What I want is for you to recall the opening of Stab! NOW TELL ME!”
“YOU ALREADY FUCKING SAID EVERYTHING!”
“No I didn’t! First there’s the victim home alone, then comes the threatening phone calls, then what?!”
There are many things Kokona wishes she could say, but is breathing too heavily to get a word out. That and the fact she’s texting someone else
Dad, can you please call the police and head home? Someone’s trying to break into the house and I’m scared. If you’re already with Mr. Ronshaku, can you ask him to bring one of his men with you?
Besides, that’s all there is to a Stab opening. Lonely girl, threatening calls, the killer strikes. What more could he want?
Then it hits her, there is something more to it, at least in the case of the original Stab’s opening. Breaths quickening up again, she slowly turns towards the very glass back door of the house, already suspecting what’s there.
Still, since she needs to bide time before the police arrive, she slowly starts to approach. Placing her hand on the switch, she hesitates, before flicking it on, and she let’s out a yell at what she sees.
Standing in her backyard was Saki. Her mouth was taped shut and her limbs were tied tightly against her torso around her ribs with rope, the end of it going up being her, tied to the tree a few feet away. She’s still naked, and the way the ropes were tied left nothing to the imagination. The thing that got Kokona’s attention was her eyes, which were darting around with her limited ability to move, an expression of pure horror on her face.
“Nice callback to the original, huh?” the voice says tauntingly, getting Kokona’s attention back to the caller.
“You’re fucked,” she says. “FUCKED!”
The caller laughs maniacally, which only makes Kokona angrier.
“You think this is funny? LIKE THIS IS A FUCKING GAME?!”
“Oh, no, ” the voice says tauntingly, “ but thanks for reminding me. It’s time for the game to begin.”
“What do you mean?” she asks desperately. “Just let us go. We haven’t seen your face and I know you’re using a voice changer, so we’re not liabilities. Please!”
“Well where’s the fun in letting you go without you having to earn it?”
Kokona lets out a teary yell.
“C’mon! If you know Stab at all, you know we have to play a game!”
“WHAT GAME!”
“Oh you already know the game, Koko. So turn off the back door lights, and we can begin.”
Kokona looks back out to the tied up Saki, who’s feebly struggling against the rope. Then she raises her head and the two lock eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she mouths to the panicking girl, before flicking the switch, hiding the cyan haired girl from view.
“Good, ” the voice says. “ Now take a seat. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“Fuck you!”
“Way too early for that quote, my dear. But anyways, here’s the game. I’ll ask you a couple of questions. Get all of them right, Saki will live.”
“Please…” Kokona begs, quivering as she slinks behind the kitchen counter.
“It’ll be easy for you, since you’re such an expert on the subject. I’ll even give you a warm up question. Who is the bad guy in Ringu?”
But Kokona wasn’t answering, she was just sitting there, teary eyed and hyperventilating.
“C’mon, you of all people know the answer to this one. Who kills you seven days after viewing her tape?”
“SADAKO!” Kokona shouts. “Sadako Yamamura. Or Samara Morgan if you’re going by the American films.”
“Good job, ” the voice says with a light chuckle. “ Now for the real questions, and we will be sticking with the American films. Who does Jamie Lee Curtis play in the Halloween movies?”
Kokona stays quiet, catching her breath, before letting out a soft, “Laurie… Laurie Strode.”
“Correct!” the voice says. “Next question: who is the sole recurring character in the Texas Chai-”
“LEATHERFACE!”
“Didn’t need to shout, but correct. Now for your final question, and it’s another callback to the original.”
“Please,” she quivers.
“Who is the killer in Friday the 13th?”
Piping up, Kokona starts saying, “Ja-” but stops herself. “Wait, wait, no. Mrs Voorhees. Pamala!”
The voice chuckles. “Clever girl, you are, saying the killer of the original film,” he says, to which Kokona lets out a sigh of relief.
“Unfortunately,” he continues, causing the girls eyes to widen, “I was referring to the franchise as a whole, so the correct answer was Jason.”
“NOOOO!” she shouts. “You fucking tricked me!”
“Don’t worry, you still have a way to get out of this, but unfortunately, we have to cut Saki out of this script.”
The muffled but loud, pained groans from a girl are heard, and Kokona stumbles to her feet. She rushes towards the back door, fumbling with the light switch for a few seconds until the light turns on.
It’s too late, and all she’s able to do is look Saki in the eyes as they flutter shut.
Looking down, she sees the slice along her gut, from the bottom of her sternum to her public angle, with the skin and muscle peeled out of the way, leaving the cavity wide open. Her small intestines pour out of Saki’s open gut, piling at her feet with the massive pool of blood around her. The ropes holding her up keep the poor girl standing with her arms pressed against her chest even in death, staring right at the poor girl inside.
The sight of such real and disgusting gore, especially done to her best friend, causes Kokona to scream, but that just goads the caller into laughing again.
“Aww, what’s the matter? We’re not done yet!”
“Why are you doing this?” she asks, tears streaming down her face. “WHAT DID WE DO TO YOU?”
“I’m asking the questions here, Koko! ” the voice says angrily. “Speaking of which, FINAL QUESTION! Your answer determines whether you live or die.”
“I’m begging you…”
“Here it is, and it’s another callback to the original Stab. Which door am I waiting at? Front or back?”
Kokona’s head quickly darts back and forth between the two doors, either option being just as likely to be safe or certain death as the other. The back has obvious evidence of the caller being there, but there was easily enough time for him to run up front.
So which was it?
“And one last thing,” the voice says smugly, “I won’t tell you if you’re right or wrong. YOU have to find out.”
And with that, the caller hangs up.
Knife in one hand, landline phone in the other, with no intention of heading out to potentially certain death, Kokona slinks back behind the kitchen counter, and just starts sobbing, both in fear of her predicament and the death of her friend.
It was probably only seconds, but it felt like hours before she heard the distant sound of a car, as well as vibrations coming from her cellphone, still on the counter. Slowly, she picks it up and reads it
Dad: Kokona, I’m right there. The police are on their way. Come out to the car
“Dad!” she shouts, getting up and rushing towards her front door, pocketing her cell phone and holding onto the knife. Sure enough, through the door she could see the dim car lights that could only belong to their car.
“Dad!” she shouts as she unlocks and opens the door, seeing Mr. Haruka closing the car door and walked towards her. “Dad!” she shouts as she start to run toward him..
“Don’t worry sweetie,” he says to his panicked daughter, “you’re safe now!”
Just then, a dark figure jumps out of the shadows towards Mr. Haruka, wrapping its right hand over the man's mouth, the left stabbing a shiny blade into his chest.
“DAD!” Kokona shouts as she stops in her tracks, watching helplessly as this figure stabs her struggling father three more times, the last in the center of his chest, twisting it roughly as it enters, causing him to let out a breath and his arms to go limp.
The killer lets go of his head, and Kokona watches in shock as the man who raised her falls to the ground, dead.
She stares down, unable to take her eyes off the corpse, until the killer steps over the body, and she looks up.
He’s completely clad in a black hooded cloak that’s tattered and frilled, so dark it's basically invisible in the night. The only thing not black was the mask this killer was wearing. Pure white, its face consisted of black, bean shaped eyes, a small nose, and an elongated mouth, in a mockery of the famous scream painting.
The killer stares Kokona down, before raising his knife, blood coated blade pointed to the right. He wraps his free right hand tightly around the blade, before sliding it along, wiping the blade free of red.
Then the killer charges towards Kokona, who screams and backs up onto the porch towards the door.
He attempts to swing at her, but trips on the porch step and only ends up slicing into her pajama shirt.
Kokona attempts to slide back into the house, but the killer stumbles to his feet and charges the door before it’s closed.
Whoever this is must be strong, since they’re able to keep the door partially open, enough to allow their shoulder in, against Kokona’s full body weight. She struggles against the killer’s strength, but she knows it won’t be enough.
Fortunately for her, the killer slides out his shoulder and attempts to use his free hand to grab at her. Seizing the opportunity. Kokona slams the door on the killer's arm, and a feminine cry of pain is heard as the killer slinks back outside, allowing her to close and lock the door.
She slinks down against the door to catch her breath, but it’s only for a moment.
Suddenly, she hears the killer pounding against the door, forcing her to her feet and back.She looks at the door, praying that those cheap hinges will hold, when she realizes.
She turns towards the back door. Since she could hear the killer behind her, the back door is safe, so she begins to rush towards it
Crash!
Crash!
Suddenly a rock is thrown from the darkness that shatters the glass door in an instant, causing Kokona to scream and halt in her tracks.
No question, the killer threw that stone, but the killer was just pounding at the front door, although it seems to have stopped. Still, there was no way he’d be able to move that fast.
Her head darts rapidly between the two doors, seriously wondering which one was safe and which one meant death.
Then it hit her.
“Of course,” she says quietly between breaths, “this is Stab, and there’s always two killers.” She looks to her front door. “One at the front,” she turns towards the shattered remains of the glass door, “and one at the back.”
Her eyes then turn to the stairs.
“I got it,” she says, bending down to pick up the rock with her free hand, before walking up the stairs. “Hide in my room until the police come.”
She inches her way up the stairs and towards her room, the door shut. Holding the knife between her teeth, she slowly slides the door open a little, before rearming herself.
She slowly opens the door fully and starts to step into her dark room, shutting the door behind her and turning on the light, failing to notice the broken window until it’s too late.
Bursting from her closet, hunting knife ready, he jumps towards Kokona.
She screams and turns to avoid the blade, it stabbing into her left shoulder. Letting out a yelp of pain, she cocks her right hand and slams the rock into the killer's face, a crack and a masculine grunt heard as she races back to open her door.
The killer gets to his feet, but is promptly smacked in the head by Kokona forcefully opening the door on him. She rushes out of the room and shuts it behind her.
Running out of options and fairly desperate to stay alive, Kokona begins to walk down the stairs, pulling out her phone and dialing 110
“Hello, police,” she says, barely keeping it together, “I’m Kokona Haruka and I’m currently being attacked by a masked psychopath in my house in Buraza town. My father, Aiyuki Harkura and best friend Saki Miyu are already dead and I’m injured and am about to make a run for it.”
She slowly edges down the stairs onto the ground floor, letting out a cry as she sees her father’s dead body now displayed on the table in front of the television. She turns and begins to slowly walk towards the broken back door.
“I don’t know who’s doing it or why, all I can say about them is that they’re wearing a Ghostface mask.”
Just then, bursting out from behind the counter, is the killer, who charges at her.
Screaming, Kokona tosses her cellphone at him. It hits him square in the head and he goes falling backwards, sliding along the shards of glass.
Not stopping, Kokona takes this opportunity to book it through the back door before the killer can recover. She turns left and runs around the house and back towards the road, thankful to now be hearing the faint but audible sounds of police sirens in the distance.
She lets out a sigh of relief at her salvation coming, and she’s halfway along the length of her house when she looks up, and promptly screams.
From the second story, knife prepared to strike, the killer jumps down on top of her, and she screams again, feeling the blade entering her upper back.
The two collapse to the ground, Kokona desperately crawling away, determined to get to her feet and continue to run for her life.
Unfortunately, she’s only on her hands and knees by the time the killer is back on his feet, and he’s on her in an instant.
He stabs Kokona in the back, her letting out a yelp of pain. A second stab forces her to the ground, and he forcefully turns her onto her back.
Staring down the killer now on top of her, Kokona uses the only thing she has left, the chef's knife she’s still got in her left hand, which she stabs upwards.
Unfortunately, the killer grabs her wrist, stopping it in her tracks. He then twists her arm, forcing her to drop it. Using her other arm, she attempts one last thing.
She claws at his face, trying to force him off her, but all this accomplishes is pulling his mask off.
Her eyes widened in recognition of his face.
“You…” she says weakly, already feeling the effect of blood loss. “..why…?”
The killer doesn’t say anything, instead just raising the knife above their head, allowing Kokona one last scream, before bringing it down
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Scream: Lovesick
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