I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part one

— I don't see anyone. — Tara said in a whisper, looking out the windows, and then pulled the curtains.

— Hey, Tara, look at me. — Katherine put the knife on the countertop, grabbed her best friend by the shoulders, thereby forcing her to look straight into her eyes. — I'm going to call the police now, okay? Don't panic. Maybe it's just some teenager who decided to remember the days of Jill Roberts and make fun of us. — At the memory of Sidney Prescott's cousin, the scar on Murphy's shoulder ached and there was a phantom pain.

Both girls jumped and screamed when the landline phone rang.

— Look. — Carpenter poked her friend in the face with the phone screen, where Amber demanded to answer the call in a message. — What the hell?

Holding the knife again with one hand, Katherine opened her own chat with her girlfriend with the other and shuddered when she received the same messages as the trembling brunette next to her. She ran to the landline phone, grabbed it and pressed it to her ear.

— Listen up, you piece of shit. I don't care who you are and your mommy and daddy issues, who didn't love you enough, since you're doing this kind of fuck, but I swear to God, if you hurt Amber, I'll find you and with this fucking knife, in the tradition of Stab, I'll cut your throat! — The girl twirled the blade in front of her, realizing that whoever was talking to them on the phone could be watching them.

Tara stared at Murphy in fright, even stopping typing the Non-Amber message. The only time she saw her friend in such a protective state was more than 5 years ago, back when her sister was in town and raging- It doesn't matter.

Carpenter walked over to her and carefully took the phone from her trembling hands, deciding to take responsibility for the conversation with Non-Amber.

Katherine leaned her back against the countertop, leaned forward a little, feeling fear and anxiety, and allowed her long red hair to completely cover her face. She took advantage of this created illusion of helplessness and called the police, realizing that this asshole, Non-Amber, was hanging around somewhere near the house.

— Show the video to your little friend with a sharp tongue. — Ordered the voice from the phone, which Murphy somehow heard sideways and looked at Tara, who stopped next to her and showed the video sent from Amber's contact.

Katherine whimpered, losing all her courage when she saw on the screen Freeman, the girl she loves so much, sitting at home and about to go somewhere. She hopes that her lover wants to go somewhere, anywhere, but not here.

— Do you want to play a game, asshole? Let's play. — Murphy growled into the phone while Carpenter stuttered and couldn't formulate an answer, too stunned by everything that was happening. And who wouldn't be in a stupor and horrified by all this, right?

The first questions, in fact, were quite simple, so much so that even without the help of her friend, Tara was able to answer the warm-up and first question. But with the second one, she had to help and Google the cast of the first movie Stab.

And while «Charlie» was asking the third question, Katherine reached out to her best friend, smiled at her with a trembling, obviously strained smile, and wiped away the tears that had smeared on her cheeks along with mascara.

— It's Billy Loomis! — Tara shouted into the phone, feeling that she had won by answering all the questions correctly.

When Murphy realized that her friend was not going to say Stu Macher's name, why is he always forgotten?, she brought the answer to the «correct» mark by shouting his name into the landline phone. Both girls held their breath.