I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part eleven

— Uh... — It's time for Katherine to remember her own desire to tell her girlfriend about the kiss with Sam.

— Don't go. — That's all Stu said, who had been standing next to his niece, all silent and proud. Now there was a seriousness in his gaze and an insistence in his voice, which was unusual for him, judging by the behavior of this hallucination and the stories Sidney and Tatum told about him. — Don't go upstairs.

Murphy was left with a choice of whom to trust. Amber, her once-beloved but still active girlfriend, or Stu, a psychopathic serial killer, a Ghostface who helped her get away from Jill alive.

The same Jill who had appeared and stalked Katherine several times decided not to show up this time and left Stu to do all the work.

There is one less killer in the head of the former redhead.

— Maybe?

Murphy, after her girlfriend went somewhere deep into the house, was left standing alone in an empty kitchen, surrounded by many different alcoholic beverages.

The brunette, deciding to drink to her friend, Wes, and his mother, grabbed a shot glass, a bottle of alcohol and moved into the living room, where she sprawled on the couch. Two recently arrived girls were already sitting there, who took a sideways glance at the new company before deciding to ignore it and returned to the conversation.

— To Wes and Judy. — Katherine whispered to herself and, lifting the glass, tipped the liquid into herself, immediately cheered up by the burning feeling that spread through her mouth and the inside of her neck.

The girl tried to make out her friends among the ever-arriving teenagers, or at least Amber, but all the faces were unfamiliar, unrecognizable to her. Loud music turned on and spotlights with neon colors that shimmered, thereby painfully hitting the blue eyes of the former redhead.

The brunette lowered her eyes to the phone screen and reread the recent messages sent by Sam. She was trying to figure something out for herself. And, it seems, she finally decided.

Amber appeared next to her out of nowhere and nodded her head at the top floor. — Shall we go? — She leaned over to Murphy and whispered conspiratorially in her ear, thereby making sure that she would definitely be heard. — I wanted to spend time with you and discuss our relationship. Sam left and...

— I also wanted to talk about us, but leaving a crowd of people in which you definitely won't be stabbed by a masked maniac to go up to a lonely, dangerous bedroom right now, where this masked maniac may well be? It doesn't look good. — The former redhead shared her doubts with her girlfriend, who just smiled and leaned towards her with a conspiratorial expression on her face.

— We won't be long. Nothing's going to happen. I'm not afraid of this killer, and neither should you.

Katherine looked around, already used to the fact that Stu was constantly hanging around, but now her uncle was not there.

— I still think that walking away from the safety of the crowd into the unsafe solitude of your room with a masked killer nearby doesn't look like a good plan, but... okay, come on, let's go.

Amber smiled, kissed the other brunette on the cheek and led her girlfriend up the stairs. The girl noticed Chad lying on the couch, Liv quickly running away from him and Mindy, who was teasing her brother. She wanted to come over and say hello to her friends, but Freeman, without slowing down, continued to pull the former redhead by the hand, leaving her no chance to pull away and leave.

Katherine seemed to relax automatically when she found herself in the familiar surroundings of her girlfriend's bedroom, which she had been in dozens of times. Several times she even sneaked into the room through the window.