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One | the unknown

"Nothing, but tell me if she does something okay." The men said with a smile, "I will have a talk with her than."

"Yeah, sure will remember do so but she won't she's really lovely, I swear." Isaac said with a shack of his head and smile plastered on his face, placing the last plate down in the rack, "So you wanna watch a movie because I don't have to be there until later. It can even be a comedy, I know you don't like horror so?"

"Maybe another time it's already late and you still have school in the morning don't want you to be sleepy." Dewey told him, pushing the boy out of the kitchen and towards the front door, "Come on let's go."

Isaac grabbed his coat he had hung up after he came inside and putting it back on as Dewey grabbed his car keys and opened the front door of his trailer. Together the two walked towards the car and got in. And drove off.

"What will you two be doing for the rest of the evening?" Dewey asked the teenage boy as he stopped infront of a house.

"Probably eat something and than watch a movie like most days." He told his father figure.

"Okay, Isaac be safe and stay out of trouble. I will see you soon." Dewey said with a smile as he placed his hand on the young boys shoulder.

"Will do but promise me you won't watch her again it only makes you more sad, please." Isaac begged him. He hated to so see Dewey so down only because is ex-wife wanted the fame and went to New York.

"You know that I can't promise that but I will try now get out of hear." Dewey said as he pushed him lightly.

"Bye." Isaac said as he closed the car door and walked straight up to the front door of the house only to open it with a key he had gotten from Tara a few weeks ago.

The boy was surprised to see Tara in the kitchen as he was normally the one would cook something for the both of them.

"Hey, Tara. I'm back what are you cooking?" He said as he came into the kitchen after he had dropped his coat in the closed by the door and his keys on the sideboard.

"Just some sauce for the spaghetti." Tara said before the landline ring.

Both the teens looked at each other surprised someone would call on it as normal it never rung. Instead of answering Tara denies the call and turns back towards the stove only for the phone to ring yet again. Tara sighs and walks back over to the landline with frustration. Tara answered the call as Isaac motioned for her to put it on speaker as he walked over to his friend.

"Hello?" Asked Tara, confused on why someone was calling this number.

"Hello." came an unfamiliar voice neither of the two had heard before, "Is Christina there?"

Isaac walked away thinking it's a private conversation he shouldn't be listening to.

A few minutes later he comes back into the kitchen to see Tara still on the phone with the unknown person.

"The Badadook," Said Tara which made Isaac frown in confusion. "It's an amazing meditation on motherhood and grief."

"Isn't that a little fancy pants?" Isaac could hear the caller say as he came closer to Tara.

"Well, it's elevated horror," Tara replied, feeling a slight blush appear on her cheeks as to how close the two teens where.

"Uh-huh. What does that mean, Elevated horror?" Asked the caller, his voice changing slightly.

"It's scary but with complex emotional and thematic underpinnings. It's not just some schlocky, cheeseball nonsense with wall-to-wall jump scares." explained the brunette as she moved towards the knife holder.

"Sounds kind of boring to me," replied the person. "Have you ever seen Stab?"

Tara moved the phone from her ear and mouthed 'What' to the boy who nodded his head to indicate that she indeed had watched stab before. "Once, I think. At a sleepover when I was like 12."

"You live in Woodsboro and you don't know Stab?" Gasped the caller. "Your mother loves that movie. She talks about it all the time in group. How well do you remember the original?"

Tara leaned her back against the counter in the kitchen an shrugged, "I don't know. I mean, it was super '90s. It was really over-lit and everyone had weird hair."

"Do you remember the beginning?" He asked her.

"Not really," answered Tara. "It started with a kill scene, right? They always started with a kill scene."

"Yeah, that's right. That's right," replied the caller to the teen as his voice became even more crackly and low which brought a shiver over both the teens. "It's a girl at home, alone, with a friend, just making something to eat together. The girl answers the wrong number and starts talking with the killer who makes her play a game."

"Would you both like to play a game...Tara and Isaac?" Said the person on the other side of the phone.

This was the moment both teens realised something wasn't right.