"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"

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