It was a warm, sunny day in Woodsboro, where a girl by the name of Sidney Prescott lives. She was walking their golden retriever through the garden to their not-so-huge-but-pleasant house. She regularly is in contact with Dewey, and she has a new boyfriend, Ted, who doesn’t at all remind her of Billy Loomis. That all changed.
Sidney was 26 when she got the call; it was a dark, husky voice. “Hello Sidney,” It said. “How very nice to see you again.” Sidney did not know who it was, and she did not care. She had started to pull the plug on just anyone who sounded suspicious. She did that now; she turned around to see a man at the door.
“Dewey.” It was mere surprise that took up the name; she was happy to see him, though. “Hi, Sid.” He replied. He still had the kind voice that she had grown to love. “Let’s sit.” They sat down in front of a television, and Dewey turned it on and went to Channel 4. The news woman was saying, “Sadly today, bestselling author and reporter Gale Weathers was pushed from a three story building. Luckily enough, she survived with only a broken arm and a handful of scratches.”They thought it over for a moment. Dewey seemed to be waiting for something. He finally relaxed when they replayed the video of what happened. He paused the TV. when they caught sight of a black smudge that was “the pusher”. “There. Now, who do you think that is?” Her breath caught in her throat. It was the mask that had tormented her every year since high school; Ghostface was back.
Dewey’s phone rang. It was Gale, throwing out her cries of “It was him! I swear to God, it was him!” Dewey tried to comfort her, but nothing worked. “I’ve got to go,” Dewey said with an expression of sadness on his face, and ran to the door. Sidney got up, turned around, but then fell and started sobbing on the floor. She could not believe it was happening again! Through her sobbing, she drifted into a deep sleep.
The Next Day
Sidney woke up to the normal routine: a cup of coffee, walk the dog, watch the news, and eat breakfast. But then it occurred to her that something was different; not from the events of the night before, but “different”. Someone had been in her house! The window was open and the tiny oven was on. She simply came to the conclusion that the killer had wanted to burn her to death.
Gale Weathers woke up from shock four hours after she hit the ground; she was scared. She called Dewey and told him all she knew, and then he had come to get her from the hospital. He had taken her back to their house, where she had easily fallen asleep again. Now she was awake, almost a day later, sitting up in bed. She was informed that she had one voicemail. It was Dewey telling her that he had caught the killer and that she should come immediately; he had also called and informed Sidney. She sat down at her kitchen table, sipped from her cup of coffee, and thought.
She had changed into comfortable clothes after finishing the cup of coffee and gotten into her car. She typed the address Dewey had given her into the GPS. She almost turned the corner when it told her to stop; she was staring into a blank grove of trees! She grabbed the pistol she had brought, stuck it in her purse, and quietly got out of the car. She walked over to the line of trees and pressed against it. They moved in like normal trees do, revealing a forest-like area and in the back, a waterfall. “This does seem like where they’d be,” she muttered to herself.
She groaned. Gale had stepped, fallen, and awakened right outside the “shack”. She got up, grabbed the gun, and walked to the side.
She walked along the side until she got to the door. She opened it and stepped inside, half-expecting what she saw. It was Dewey. He was tied to a chair with Sidney beside him. They were bloody; although she was sure they had not been stabbed. She walked up to Dewey and pulled the tape from around his mouth.
“Why are you tied up,” she asked. “You caught the killer.” She looked in Dewey’s eyes and looked behind her. “Oh my God.” It was Ghostface, and he/she had a voice recorder to its mouth, replaying Dewey’s voice. “Why me? Why don’t you go after her, like always?” She pointed at Sidney, who shot her a glance.
Ghostface threw the machine away and said, “Gale Weathers, you stole the most important thing in my life, and you will pay!” She slowly took the mask off her face. “Abigail,” Dewey moaned. “Yeah, it’s me. After you came to Woodsboro, I waited three years and then came after you. I came here, heard about some “Ghostface killings”, and then learned that you had married her!” She jammed at long finger at Gale. She smirked, “Well, that gave me an idea!”
She suddenly smiled, and a knife flipped from her cloak into her hand. “I’ll kill you!” she yelled, and lunged. She nipped the end of Gale’s thigh, making pain burst through her body. She grabbed her pistol and whacked Abigail across the face. She fell back and through the back door, making everyone’s ears ring. She had tumbled into the forest and was now rubbing her cheek. Gale held up her pistol and shot into the air. While Abigail was trying to find out what she had done, a log on a vine swerved into her stomach, leaving her breathless and stumbling. Gale pulled up her pistol and shot her in the head, right there. She fell over the cliff into a river, and Gale looked over the side to see. When she turned back around, there was Ghostface.
“I’m not leaving here without you in that ditch,” she screeched. She ran and put a rope around Gale’s head, and then put one over her own. “Let’s play a little game, shall we? We each have each other’s rope, and we just pull and pull AND PULL until the other STRANGLES to DEATH!” she spit. Gale muttered, “You’re a psychotic hag.” Abigail then grinned and started nodding. She pulled her vine, the “rope”. And Gale was lifted up. The game had begun.
After a few minutes, she started to suffocate. She kicked Abigail in the stomach and tried to set herself free, but nothing worked. A shot rang. Skin blew from under Abigail’s eye. She turned around, “Dewey, what are you doing? Hey! Ow! Ow!” She slapped him, but he grabbed her arm, broke it, and then impaled her with her knife. “You all right?” he asked as he cut Gale free. She nodded. Sidney then came up to them. They all cut Abigail free and threw her into the ditch; they then threw logs and twigs on top of her as a makeshift burial. They turned to each other with expressions of horror, sadness, and relief on their faces. Dewey turned and kissed Gale, as well as comforted her. As they walked back to the car, they wished this was the end.
But it wasn’t
It never is.