Other Fan Fiction ❯ Visions of Things to Come ❯ Chapter 2: Ghostface Killed Again: Part: 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Sam and Tara sat down on the couch while Wendy was sitting in a chair opposite them. Wendy made lunch for herself and the sisters and they had just finished eating. The three women enjoyed their food.

“I guess you two want to know about my powers? Well, when you probably already know about the roller coaster accident that I was involved in during my last year of high school. It was only one premonition of who was going to die. Three years later and I started to get visions, it wasn’t just about people dying. Most of my dreams also turn out to be visions. I’ve dreamt of Ghostface too.” Wendy said, watching the expressions on the faces of her new guests go from curiosity to sheer terror. She felt like someone stabbed her in the heart and they kept twisting the knife for extra damage.

“That sounds kinda insane. I read some articles about that accident. I’m so sorry that happened. So do you think you can help us? All we need to know is when Ghostface will strike again. My sister and I should be prepared for whatever he tries to do to us.” Tara replied, sifting around a bit to sit closer to Sam. She needed to be closer to her, Now more than ever.

“It sure is. Now give me your hands. Don’t think about anything except for Ghostface. That would make it harder for me to get a vision about the killer and/or who his next victims might be.” Wendy explained as she lightly grasped the sisters hands within her own. She closed her eyes and focused her mind on using her powers.

A few seconds later images began to flood into her brain. At first, they were going way too fast, they slowed down and Wendy gasped when she saw clear as day, Sam and Tara in bed together, naked, having sex in many, many different sexual positions, and moaning each other’s names in pure ecstasy. She didn’t expect to see that, but it certainly was not an unwelcome sight by any means. She shook her head to put those sexy images away for later to talk to her new friends about someday.

That’s the same moment she finally saw Ghostface. He was running after someone. She had no idea who he was. She did notice that the killer’s mask was different looking. There was just something off about it. Her visions suddenly ended and she let go of Tara and Sam’s hands.

“Whoa. That was wild. I saw Ghostface. He was chasing somebody, a guy. I’ve never seen the guy he was after. It was daytime too, so that’s a little weird since I’ve never heard of him killing anyone during the day. Or at least not very often anyway. Oh! Ghostface’s mask was really screwed up, like it was scratched up. It also looked old too.” Wendy said, hoping that what she saw could help them. Maybe she could save some lives this time around.

“Holy fuck. I can’t believe it. You mentioned an old mask, right? My other friends and I found a shrine to Ghostface. Two of the old costumes were missing. It was Stu Macher’s and my biological dad’s, Billy Loomis’s costumes.” Sam replied, noticing instant shock that crossed Wendy’s pretty face. It really wasn’t easy telling other people that her birth father was a serial killer.

“She’s right. Those two outfits are gone. We at least know there’s two killers, just like last time.” Tara said, grabbing one of Sam’s hands, giving it a gentle squeeze and getting one in return. She wanted to be finished with Ghostface once and for all.

“Damn. That’s crazy, but there are some crazy people. I’m not that surprised something like that exists. Maybe these new killers think they’re paying a very twisted kind of tribute to the originals by wearing what they wore. Well, anyway, it’s pretty late now. The two of you can stay here for as long as you like.” Wendy said, standing up from her chair, taking the sisters on a tour of her house, ending at their room.

“This bedroom only has one bed, but it is rather comfy. The other bedrooms need a lot of work. I hope you will still like it. This room also has its own bathroom.” Wendy said, smirking slightly to herself. She unlocked the bedroom door to let Sam and Tara inside. She was exhausted, she walked back to her bedroom to take a much-needed nap,

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Sam took a shower while Tara changed into a different t-shirt, but kept her underwear on except for her bra. Sam came out, also wearing a shirt and boxer briefs. There was a slight bulge, which caused Tara to blush when she noticed it. It wasn’t the first time she saw that either.

“Damn it. I’m sorry. That doesn’t usually happen when I’m in the shower.” Sam said, more than a little bit embarrassed. Especially if it was her sister who saw that she got hard. It kind of flattered her too. That thought surprised her. She promised to think more about it later when she wasn’t too busy trying not to get killed.

“It’s okay, Sam. Really. It’s because of Wendy, right? I mean she’s pretty hot, so I don’t blame you at all. I’m attracted to her too. Let’s just go to sleep.” Tara replied, her face turning close to crimson. She just realized that she and Sam always had the same taste in women. Which wasn’t that weird or anything.

Sam smiled, then nodded as she got on the right side of the bed while Tara was on the left. As they were falling asleep, Sam pulled Tara into her arms, acting as the big spoon to her sister’s little spoon, their legs tangling together as well. That always happened whenever they slept in the same bed.

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Wendy sat at the edge of her bed, brushing her hair. She couldn’t help smiling as she thought of Sam and Tara. They both seemed really sweet. She was going to make sure that nothing horrible happened to either of them. Wendy stripped completely naked prior to getting into her bed. She didn’t like waking up really sweaty, so most days she slept naked, unless it was cold as hell.

She had a feeling she would have good dreams that night instead of the usual nightmares she had been having for the past three months. That’s exactly what she needed too. Wendy fell asleep that night with a soft smile spreading across her face. She wasn’t happy, but she was content for the moment.

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xxx-One Hour Later-xxx

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At one of the many Taco Bell’s in the city, a taxi driver was eating his food inside his car. Tomas St. John had been craving tacos all day and he was finally able to get some before going home for the rest of the night. He couldn’t wait to see his wife and kids when he would eventually return home.

As he took his last bite of a taco, his phone started ringing. He quickly wiped his hands clean with a napkin, then he grabbed his phone. It took him more than a few seconds to answer it.

“Who is this? I’ve been getting a lot of prank calls lately. I don’t have time for that fucking bullshit’” Tomas said, with a hint of anger in hs voice, making his accent even thicker. He hated those kinds of calls. They were very, very annoying.

“Heh, If I were you Tomas, I wouldn’t be hostile to me right now. Especially since I have your wife and three kids hostage. Answer my questions and they will live. If not, I’ll gut them all like a fucking fish. What’s your favorite scary movie?” Ghostface said, a dark chuckle leaving him. This was going to be fun, he just knew it. Killing people happened to be one of his hobbies.

“What! How dare you? I’m going to kill you!” Tomas screamed, feeling anger well up inside of him like a storm waiting to hit the shores. He instantly regretted his outburst. He almost got his own family killed.

“You wouldn’t be able to even touch me if you ever found me. You’d be dead before you hit the floor. Now answer or I’ll turn your kids into a human Jack 0 Lantern.” Ghostface replied, glazing towards Tomas’s family, who were tied up and gagged in the living room on their thirty year old couch. He saw they were scared out of their minds. He loved it. He could almost smell their fear coming off of them like waves.

“Okay. Okay. The Resident Evil movies from like twenty years ago.” Tomas said, scared of saying the wrong thing. He always loved zombie movies. He never did play the video games those movies were based on though. He wasn’t much of a gamer.

“That's a bold choice, I have to say. This might be a tough one; how many people has Michael Myers killed throughout all thirteen Halloween movies?” Ghostface said. He couldn’t help but giggle because there was no way his soon to be victim would know it.

“Oh, come on! How the hell would I know something like that?. Maybe two hundred?” Tomas replied. He also wasn't the biggest fan of the Halloween movies. He was trembling from how scared he was. He honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he accidentally pissed himself.

“Oooh, I’m sorry, but that’s incorrect. Michael killed one hundred and seventy nine people, not counting people who were killed by someone else or the entirety of Season Of The Witch since he wasn’t in that movie. I’ll give you two more chances, you get them right, your family lives. You get them wrong, they die. Simple as that. What weapons do most horror movie killers use to kill with?” Ghostface said. It took him forever to figure out which questions to ask.

“Fuck. Alright, um, kitchen knives, guns, rope, their bare hands, probably anything the killer can get their hands on. Please let us go” Tomas begged. He hated this. It was one of the worst nights of his life, he’s had some bad ones before.

“Those are good choices. Three down, one more to go. This question is pretty specific; how many people have been Ghostface up until now and what are their names? I’m talking about real life, not the Stab movies either.” Ghostface asked, hoping Tomas would get it wrong. That would be awesome.

“Shit, I don’t know. Eight? Nine? I do remember Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, that guy from Hollywood. Uh, Jill Roberts, I think was Ghostface too. The rest of them, I have no clue. Please, please just spare my wife and kids.” Tomas said. He was crying uncontrollably now, tears streaming down his face. He never thought something like this would actually happen to him. Not in a million years.

“You only named four. But I’ll let your family live. You? Not so much. Goodbye Tomas.” Ghostface said, nearly laughing his ass off. He was happy. He and his accomplice did great that night. He hung up the phone, walked to where the man’s family was and used his knife to cut them loose. He immediately left the house to go back home. He was starving. Terrorizing people made him hungry.

“What the fuck?!! Did he hang up? Oh god. This is horrible. I have to get home.” Tomas said, quickly turning the engine on. He didn’t have time to do anything when he was stabbed through the back of the driver’s side seat. He tried to scream, but it was no use.

The second Ghostface pulled the knife out, then he reached around to stab Tomas four more times in the stomach and upper chest. The man was just gurgling, choking on his blood as this Ghostface grabbed his head by his hair and slit his throat all the way across. He let go, Tomas’s head falling slightly forward.

The new killer stepped out of the car, wiping his knife clean with a rag he had brought with him. What he failed to notice was the blood that was steadily flowing out of the corpse and onto the ground. He never paid attention to things like that.

Ghostface opened the driver’s side door, cutting the engine off. Afterwards, he left the area, heading where he knew he had parked his own car prior to sneaking into Tomas’s car earlier in the night.

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xxx-The Next Day-xxx

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Sam, Tara and Wendy were watching TV when a special news report interrupted the show that was on. To say the three of them shocked as hell was an understatement of the century, They just didn’t see it coming.

“I’m Alison O'Farrelly and this Action News Eight with a breaking news report. Late last night, a taxi driver named Tomas St. John was murdered. He was found dead in his car by the police. They are investigating, but as of right now, they don’t know who the killer is. Although someone wearing a Ghostface costume was seen fleeing the scene around midnight. Now back to the show” With that, Irish news reporter Alison O'Farrelly ended the broadcast and the TV series was back on.

“Oh my god, Sam. That’s the same guy who drove us over here. I can’t believe he’s dead. This is all our fault.” Tara said, crying and throwing herself into her sister’s arms. She hated when innocent people died for no reason.

“No, Tara, his death wasn’t our fault. That goes to the sick fuck who killed him. But we do have to stop whoever it is before they kill anyone else.” Sam replied, soothingly, stroking her sister’s hair. She didn’t know what else to do to make Tara feel better. She loved Tara so fucking much.

“Wait..I just thought of something. Let’s go to the library. There might be articles there about the original Ghostface killing spree. That might help us figure out who this new fucker is. I’ll let you borrow a couple jackets, it’s a little bit cold outside today.” Wendy explained. She ran to her bedroom, taking three jackets from her closet. She handed two of them to Sam and Tara. The three of them were going to find out some shit that day.

Wendy, Tara and Sam were about to walk out the door when it suddenly opened to reveal Gale Weathers along with twins Chad and Mindy. The two sisters were shocked as it could clearly be seen on their faces. Wendy was also surprised.

“I’m sorry for coming over from out of nowhere unannounced, but you three really need to see this. Dewey sent it to me before he died. We have to go see a friend of mine. Her name’s Kirby.” Gale explained. She didn’t know exactly what was on the dvd, but she did have somewhat of an idea though. She knew that she was probably going to cry while watching the video. Gale had nothing against a good cry.

“Wait a second. I know who you are. You’re Gale Weathers, that news chick who’s on tv every day. Since you’ve been through all of this horrible Ghostface shit before, we’ll go with you.” Wendy said. She didn't know if she could trust Gale or her friends, but they didn’t have much of a choice in their current situation either.

“We have all been super worried about you two, so we decided to fill you in on some new things happening. Ghostface just killed someone last night, but he wasn’t their only new victim. By the way, who’s she?” Mindy said. She really wished the Ghostface killings would stop. Forever. She was getting tired of losing family and friends to those crazy fuckers.

“That’s Wendy. Our new friend. She’s going to help us find out who this Ghostface is. If we’re doing this and beat this nutjob, you’ll have to know how she’s going to do this. And while it does pretty fucking insane, I promise it’s real.” Tara replied. She had a hard time understanding it too at first. But she knew it to be true.

“Yep. That’s me. Not to be rude or anything, we’re on a bit of a time limit here, so we have to leave, if we want to make it there on time.” Gale said. She, Mindy and Chad got back into their car while Wendy locked up her house and followed Tara and Sam to her own vehicle.

Gale pulled out of the driveway with Wendy and the two sisters weren’t that far behind them. The drive to where Kirby was waiting for them all to arrive would take them no longer than two hours. Maybe three at most due to the traffic. Gale drove as fast as the speed limit would actually allow. What she hadn’t told her fellow Ghostface survivors was the fact that Kirby had some brand new information. She honestly couldn’t wait to hear it herself.