It was a nice night in Los Angeles, a teenager girl with white short hair was walking home.

It was such a clam and nice warm night for a walk.

If a killer wasn't on a loose, she walks inside her house when she heard a stick snapped.

She turned around but she saw nothing...she felt a creepy vibe but then she walks back.

She puts her bag down, turns on the tv and makes some popcorn as she gets ready to watch a movie.

Her name was Cassandra but just then her rang.

"Hello"

On the phone was a strange voice, "Who is this?"

"Who are you trying to reach?"

"What number is this?"

"What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know"

"I think you have the wrong number"

"Do I?"

"It happens. Take it easy"

Then it revealed that she was in a living room, alone. She moves from the living room to
the kitchen. It's a nice house. Affluent.

"Hello"

"I'm sorry. Must've dialed the wrong number again"

"So why did you dial it again?

"To apologize"

"You're forgiven. Bye now"

"Wait, wait, don't hang up"

Cassandra stands in front of a sliding glass door. It's pitch black outside.

"What?"

"I want to talk to you for a second"

"They've got 900 numbers for that. See ya"

A big country home with a huge sprawling lawn full of big oak trees. It sits alone with no neighbors in sight.

Popcorn sizzles in a pot on the stove. Cassandra covers it with a lid, reaching for the phone as it rings again.

"Hello"

"Why don't you want to talk to me?"

"Who is this?"

"You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine"

"Oh, I don't think so. My parents told me I should never give my name to strangers on the phone"

"But I'm not a stranger, What's that noise?"

"Popcorn"

" You're making popcorn?"

"Uh-huh"

"I never eaten popcorn not even at the movies"

"I'm getting ready to watch a movie"

"Really? What?"

"Just some scary movie"

"Do you like scary movies?"

"Uh-huh"

"What's your favorite scary movie?

"Uh...HALLOWEEN. You know, the one with the guy with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the baby sitters. What's yours?"

"Guess"

"Uh...Friday the 13th"

"Is that the one where the guy has a hockey masked and a machete who kills camp Counselors for revenge"

"Yeah...Jason Voorhees. I think"

"Jason-that's right. I liked that movie. It was scary"

"The first one was, but the rest was boring"

"So, do you go to school?"

"Yes,Why?"

"What grade are you in"

"I'm in high school, 10th grade"

"What's your favorite subject?"

"Chemistry,  yeah I'm the top of class thanks to a help fro ma good friend of mines"

She passes by a picture frame of her and a teenage white fur cat.

"Tell me do you go to the same class with a girl named: princess"

Cassandra then gets suspicious, "how did you know?"

"You never told me your name"

"Why do you even want to know my name?"

"Because I want to know who I'm looking
at"

Casey spins around like lightning facing the glass door.

"What did you say?"

"I want to now who I'm talking to"

"That's not what you said"

"What do you think I said?"

A flood light illuminates the backyard. Her eyes survey the grounds. But it's empty. No one's there. She turns the light out.

On the stove, the popcorn POPS.

"I have to go now"

"I want to know who I'm talking to"

"Nah, I don't think so..."

"Don't hang up on me"

"Gotta go"

"Don't..."

Cassandra hangs up. She checks the glass door making sure it's locked and then moves to the stove when the phone rings again.

She slides the popcorn from the stove, reaching for the phone.

"Yes?"

"I told you not to hang up on me"

"What do you want?"

"To talk"

"Dial someone else you creep, okay?"

"You getting scared?"

"Just back off you psycho"

She hangs up then phone RINGS again. She grabs it.

"Listen, psycho..."

But the caller was dead serious, "NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE brat. IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?"

"Is this some kind of a joke?"

"More of a game, really"

Cassandra eyes the glass doors, then looks up the hallway to the front doors...moving to it. It's unlocked. She bolts it.

"I'm two seconds from calling the police"

"They'd never make it in time"

Cassandra moves her face flush against the door, her eye looking through the peephole.

A distorted view of the front porch. It is empty. She relaxes a bit, relieved.

"What do you want?"

"TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE"

Casandra's jaw drops as total fear storms her face. She hangs up the phone, throwing it down on a side table when...

The door bell rang, Casandra leaps out of her skin. She turns to the door as it chimes again.

"Who's there? Who's there? That it, It's time for the police"

Then the phone rings, She brings it to her ear with trembling hands, saying nothing...listening, waiting... A long silence. And then.

"You should never say "Who's there?" Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish"

Cassandra clutches the wall, nearly collapsing. She tries her damndest to hang tough.

"Look, enough is enough. You had your fun
now you better leave me alone or else"

"Or else what?"

"Or else the police will get here any minute, my parent are asleep upstairs and-"

"Tell me are their names: jacob and mary Patterson"

"How did you know...."

"Go to the back door and turn on the porch
light--again"

Casandra, terrified, forces herself to move.. staggering to the kitchen...to the glass doors.

Her shaky hand finds the light
switch...she hits it. The back yard is lit.

Sitting in a lawn chair in the middle of the backyard are two adults, one male and female, her parents...

They are both tied up, the father has a knife sticking in his head and the mother has been roughed up and her neck was slit open.

"Oh Goddddd..." Casandra screams. Her hand moves to the lock on the door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you"

Terror rides Cassandra's face. She's petrified.

"Where are you?"

"Guess"

Her eyes search the yard, combing bushes, trees. He could be anywhere-anywhere.

"Please don't hurt me" Cassandra begged, "Why are you doing this?" Tears find their way, streaming down her face.

"I wanna play a game"

"No..."

"You either play my game or suffer the consequences"

"NOOO!"

" Which is it?"

A long silence. Cassandra touches the glass...staring at her dead parents...then she turns to the picture of her and her cat friend.

"What kind of game?"

"Turn off the light"

Her hand goes to the switch...her parents disappears in the darkness. Cassandra moves away from the glass, back toward the living room, unbelieving, horrified.

"Here's how we play. I ask a question. If
you get it right-I'll let you live"

Three curtainless windows line one wall. Casey crouches down behind the couch, tipping a lamp cord from it's socket, darkening
the room. Her body quivers.

"Please don't do this..."

"Come on. It'll be fun"

"No...please"

"It's an easy category. Movie trivia"

"..please..." she begged again.

"I'll even give you a warm up question"

"Don't do this. I can't.."

"Name the killer in HALLOWEEN"

"No..."

"Come on. It's you favorite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask, he stalked the baby-sitters"

Casey Cassandra goes silent...a nervous wreck...she can barely speak much
less think.

"I don't know..."

"Come on, yes you do"

"Please..stop..." Cassandra is know crying.

"What's his name?"

"I can't think" Cassandra has officially reached hysteria, petrified beyond all reality.

"Your life is counting on you"

Suddenly...through tears...Godsent...

"Michael...Michael Myers"

"YES!"

"Now for the real question"

"NOOOO...."

"But you're doing so well"

"Please go away! Leave me alone!"

"Then answer the question. Same category"

Casey is a blubbering, wet mass on the floor.

"..please..no..."

"Name the killer in FRIDAY THE 13TH"

A mad smile purses Cassandra's lips. She knows this. She leaps up, through tears, screaming...

"Jason! Jason!...JASON!"

"I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer"

"No it's not. It was Jason"

"Afraid not"

"It was Jason. I saw that godamned movie
twenty times. It was Jason"

"Then you should know Jason's MOTHER
Mrs.Vorhees was the original killer. Jason
didn't show up until the sequel"

"You tricked me..."

"Lucky, for you there's a bonus round.
Final question. Are you ready?"

She doesn't answer. A long, maddening silence.

"..leave me alone..please...Answer the question and I will." Cassandra curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking slowly back and forth.

"What door am I at?"

"What?"

"There are two doors to your house. A
front door and a back one. If you answer
correctly-you live"

From where Casey sits she can see both front and back doors. She deliberates...with her last bit of strength she tries to strategize. Eyeing both, the front door...the back door trying to
decide between the two.

"Don't make me...I can't...I won't"

"Your call"

In the darkness, Cassandra crawls to the kitchen counter-she leans up and grabs a long, sharp knife.

Cassandra looks around her...she looks down the hall to the front door...then turns back to the kitchen glass door as it suddenly...

as a lawn chair come flying through it. Exploding glass sprays everywhere.

This incites Cassandra like fire. She springs to her feet...bolting out of the kitchen as a shadow moves quickly through the shattered
doorframe.

Somewhere in the house, back flat against a window, listening to She turns and unlocks the latch, quietly sliding it up. She can hear him move through the foyer...to the front door.

Cassandra lifts herself up and puts her legs through the window. She holds the knife in one hand, the phone in the other.

Cassandra eases out the window, fumbling, dropping the knife back in
the house. She starts to reach for it. But, she takes off...

"I can hear you. I know you're here"

Cassandra eases along a narrow path between a tall fence and the side of the house...going for the front yard. She must pass the three
curtainless windows. She gets to the first one and peeks in...

The figure has pulled open the foyer closet, searching for her.

Cassandra creeps along, to the next window, she looks in...the Figure is completely on the other side of the room moving toward the hall
that leads to other parts of the house.

She moves further along the house...squeezing by hedges...to the third window...she peeks in to the Figure...Staring Back At Her...

His face covered with a ghostly white mask, inches from her...his eyes piercing through...soulless...Casey Screams.

"AH!"

He grabs her hand, pulls her inside, crashing through the window and twisted her arm.

She scream louder and more as he pulls out a knife.

"AH" she screams one last time before the ghost face killer brings the knife down, slashing her to death

Which fades to the opening title.

THE BAD GUYS IN......

SCREAM