Scream: Ghosts from the past

by Lunastar2099

Rating: mature
Tags: Mystery, Horror, Equestria Girls, Indigo Zap, Sugarcoat, Violence, Crossover, Dark, Death, Sour Sweet, Human, Sunny Flare, Lemon Zest, Gore
Length: 10043

A masked killler stalks Crystal Prep

Crystal Prep is a tough elite school that can give you a bright future, but it wasn't always known for being a great place to socialize with the high-class if you were considered low-class citizen, which the school did not hesitate to use you as a stepping stone to further their own ambitions, that was the Crystal Prep's old ways, but someone with a deadly vendetta is still living in the past and has begun to hunt down the students of CP including the shadow 5, who is this masked killer what's their motive for committing these grusome murders ?

Published 2023-06-26 23:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-05-08 23:28:29 UTC

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It was a quiet Sunday night in Canterlot, most teenagers were already home resting up for school the next day, one teen with light red hair and mint skin , her name was Melon Mint, but she preferred to be called Mint and was getting ready for bed, she was in the bathroom brushing her teeth, and getting ready for bed. As she finished she heard her phone ring, thinking it might be her parents calling to check up on her as they left for a business trip a few days ago and are due back later tonight, without checking her caller ID she answered her phone.

"Hello"

Hello, who am I speaking to spoke a deep voice

"Who are you trying to reach?"

"a certain someone"

"Does this someone have a name?"

"I don't know" said the unknown caller annoying Mint.

"Well I think you have the wrong number bye" she said as she was about to hang up, but the voice stopped her.

"Wait before you hang up I need to ask you a question first

"Alright what is it?" asked the impatient teen.

Do you like scary movies Melon Mint?

This caused the girl's eyes to widen in alarm, as she never told the stranger her name. "Alright who the fuck is this"

Answer my question now said the stranger in a more menacing tone, but Mint kept her ground "listen asshole unless you want me to call the police you better tell me who you are." she said trying to sound tough.

The question isn't who am I, the question where am I and the reason for my previous question is because you are in a scary movie right now.

"Okay you know what screw you" said Mint as she hung up, she was about to dial 911 until her phone rang again. "LISTEN ASSHOLE"

NO YOU LISTEN YOU LITTLE BITCH, YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU LIKE FISH UNDERSTAND?! threatened the stranger over the phone. Mint now scared began trembling, "Now this is what is going to happen, you and I are going to play a game and if you refuse you and your boyfriend Marco will die tonight."

"W-what are you talking about h-how do you know about Marco?"

"Turn on your backyard lights and see" Mint with shaky hands turned on the lights in her backyard and to her horror saw her boyfriend Marco Dafoy tied up in a chair with duct tape in mouth.

"Oh god!" cried Mint as she went to open her backdoor. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" said the stranger as she quickly closed the door.

"P-P-Please don't hurt him" begged the now crying Mint

"That all depends on you"

"What do. you want?"

"I told you I want to play a game

"Please no"

"Then he dies right now"

"NO NO"

Which is it then....Which is it?

"W-What kind of game"

Turn off the lights, you'll see what kind of game. said the stranger, seeing as she had no other choice, she turned off the lights, as Marco was screaming for Mint not to.

Okay Mint the game we are going to play is simple I ask you some questions and you have to answer them, get them right, Marco lives, get just one wrong and he dies do you understand the rules?

"Y-Yes I u-understand" said Mint crying softly now.

~Good~ Now here's the category it's movie trivia, I'll give you an easy question, name the killer from Halloween

"MICHAEL!!, h-his name is M-Michael Myers" shouted Mint.

Correct see your gonna do great at this, now for the second question name the master mind in the Saw films

"JIGSAW, it's Jigsaw you mother fucker."

Correct looks like Marco will get to see the sun rise, now for the final question, name the killer from Friday the 13th.

"JASON, THE KILLER IS JASON YOU ASSHOLE!!!"screamed Mint relived that she won.

Ohhh sorry Mint that's the wrong answer

"No no no it's Jason"

"Afraid not sorry"

"No it's Jason I've seen that movie twenty goddamn times!!" Mint shouted angrily.

"Then you should know it was Jason's mother, Pamela Voorhees was the original killer, Jason didn't show up till the sequel, I'm afraid you got that one wrong, luckily for you there is a bonus question, but I'm afraid poor Marco is out" said the Stranger.

Mint heard the horrible noise of her boyfriend getting stabbed, his screams were loud despite having his mouth duct taped, Mint shakily turned the lights back on to reveal a horrifying sight. Marco laid limp in the chair with his insides spilled on the ground and some dangling from his lap, he had been gutted.

"NOOOO, NOO MARCOOOO!!!!!" cried mint in anguish, she could hear the killer laughing evilly on the other end of the phone.

Hey we're not done yet, are you ready for the bonus question?

"Please leave me alone"

Answer the question correctly and I will, do you remember what you and your classmates at Crystal Prep did in Sophomore year?

"What are you talking about"

The heinous prank you and the rest of your fucking rich friends did to a fellow student in the 9th grade. said the stranger. Mint eyes went wide as she remembered that day specifically.

"W-We w-were just messing around we didn't know it was going to led to that" said Mint trying to explain her self, this only made the killer angry.

Your classmates posted on the internet and laughed about it, none of you felt a single bit of remorse for what all of you did, just like am not about to feel remorse for what I am about to do to you.

All of sudden a chair was thrown into the back door of the house shattering the glass, Mint looked and saw the killer standing in front of the backdoor looking at her holding a bloody knife.

Mint screamed in fright and ran towards the front door, she went to open it but couldn't as she had put the chain lock on, she had no time to take it off the as the masked killer charged at her with his bloody knife. She ducked as the knife was embedded in the door, the killer quickly pulled it out she ran upstairs to her room, the killer hot on her tail.

She quickly entered her room and locked it, the maniac, began to pound and kick her door in rage. She quickly puller cell phone from her pocket and began to dial for her classmate Indigo Zap, who lives a few blocks from her, she would've called the police but she fears they won't make it in time.

"Hello" said Indigo very tiredly as she had been sleeping.

"INDIGO HELP ME THERE IS A KILLER IN MY HOUSE!!!!" Mint screamed at the top of her lungs, fully waking Indigo.

"What!? what are you talking about!?"

"PLEASE JUST GET OVER HERE HE'S TRYING TO BREAK DOWN MY BEDROOM DOOR!!!!"

"Alright hang on I'm my way,"

Just then she hears Mint let loud piercing scream, the killer had broken through, "Hello Mint hello, shit" Indigo cursed as she quickly ran out the door with her bat in her hands, she ran down the dark street in her pajamas, as she was running a nearby car almost hit her, the driver stuck his head out the window to reveal to be Melon Mint's father with his wife in the passenger seat.

"Indigo, what the hell are you doing out this late at night!?" said Mr Mint. "Mr Mint please take me to your house right now Melon called me and told me there is a lunatic in her house trying to kill her!!!" explained Indigo.

"WHAT" both her parents screamed.

"LOOK NO TIME TO EXPLAIN JUST LET ME INTO YOUR GODDAMN CAR AND TAKE ME THERRE!!!!" shouted Indigo as the father open his car and Indigo jumped in and they drove off quickly

(A few minutes earlier)

"PLEASE JUST GET OVER HERE HE'S TRYING TO BREAK DOWN MY BEDROOM DOOR!!!!" Screamed Mint

"Alright hang on I'm my way," suddenly the killer had broke through her door causing Mint to scream in terror, she dropped her phone and picked up her scissors from her desk, attempting to defend herself, the killer charged at her, she swung her weapon trying to stab the masked attacker, but he dodged and stabbed Mint in her stomach making her drop her weapon.

The pain was unbearable, unlike anything Mint as ever experience, but the killer wasn't done he continued to stab her repeatedly in the stomach, she was now bleeding from her mouth and couldn't scream anymore.

"Not so fun being on the receiving end of the pain isn't, what your victim went through hurt him a lot more then what I'm doing to you, you may not have killed him your self, but sure as hell put the gun in his hand, so tonight your going to die a bloody death" said the killer as he lifted his knife in the air and delivered the fatal blow.

Melon's parents and Indigo arrived at the house and began to search for their daughter/classmate, as they were searching, Indigo stumbled upon the gutted corpse of Melon Mint's boyfriend, Marco Dafoy, Indigo could not stop herself from puking on the floor, all that she had for dinner was now on the ground.

She then heard Mrs Mint screaming bloody murder upstairs, she quickly ran up, Mr Mint was on the ground speechless not able to utter a single word as his wife continued screaming and crying, she entered the room and what she saw would forever haunt her nightmares, it was Melon hung on the ceiling fan with her entrails dangling from her gutted stomach, she could help but let out a scream herself.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It was Monday morning in Canterlot city, Crystal Prep was swarming with news vans and police officers everywhere. Sugarcoat one of Crystals prep's most well-known students was confused to what was going on, she saw that some of her fellow students had looks of despair and fear on their faces. She was then brought out of her thoughts when she felt a hand touch her shoulder, she turned around and saw that it was her friend Lemon Zest.

"Jesus Lemon don't do that," said an annoyed Sugarcoat.

"Sorry about that" apologized Lemon.

"Anyway, what's going on here, why are the police here?" Sugarcoat asked.

"You don't know. Melon Mint and Marco Defoy were killed last night."

"What?!" Sugarcoat shocked at what she just heard.

"Yeah, and we're not just talking about killed I mean slasher movie killed cut opened from end to end." said Lemon.

"Melon Mint she sits next to me in advanced calculus.

"Not anymore poor girl, get this her parents and Indigo found her found her dead hanging on the from the ceiling fan of her bedroom with her insides dangling on the on the outside." said Lemon explaining the gory details of the horrific crime.

"Holy shit Indigo she was there?" asked Sugarcoat.

"Oh yeah she saw both Melon and Marco dead, she's not school today because she is so shaken up right now, I can't get in contact with her none of us can't." Sugarcoat can't believe it just yesterday she was talking to Mint now she's.... gone along with Marco.

"Who could've have done this?" asked Sugarcoat.

"No clue the cops are questioning everyone. said Lemon Zest. As the chaos and confusion gripped Crystal Prep School, a new figure emerged from the crowd of police officers and onlookers He appeared to be in his mid twenties with black hair combed backwards and trimmed mustache. Ethan, the dedicated police officer tasked with solving the gruesome murders, made his way towards Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest. His authoritative presence and determined expression caught the attention of the school students as he approached the two girls.

"Excuse me, ladies," Ethan began, his voice firm and professional. "I'm Officer Ethan, from the Canterlot Police Department. I understand that you both have some information about the recent tragic events here at Crystal Prep."

Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest exchanged uneasy glances, not entirely sure how to respond to the police officer's inquiry. Despite their initial apprehension, Sugarcoat felt a sense of relief knowing that someone like Ethan was working to bring justice to their fallen classmates.

"We were just discussing the disturbing events that occurred," Sugarcoat started, her voice trembling slightly. "Melon Mint and Marco Defoy...they were...murdered."

Ethan's expression darkened at the mention of the victims' names, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I'm aware of the situation. It's imperative that we gather as much information as possible to solve this case and bring the perpetrator to justice. Have either of you noticed anything unusual or suspicious leading up to the murders?"

Lemon Zest shook her head, her usual carefree demeanor replaced with somber seriousness. "Nothing out of the ordinary, Officer. It all seemed like a regular school night until we heard the tragic news the next morning."

Sugarcoat hesitated before speaking up, her mind racing with questions and uncertainties. "We're all in shock, Officer Ethan. Melon and Marco were...friends to many of us, and their deaths have left us shaken. Is there anything else we can do to help with the investigation?"

Ethan regarded the girls with a mix of empathy and determination, his gaze unwavering. "I appreciate your cooperation, and I'll keep you both informed as the investigation progresses. In the meantime, I urge caution and vigilance among the students. We must work together to ensure the safety of everyone at Crystal Prep."

With that, Officer Ethan turned to continue his investigation, leaving Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest with a newfound sense of unease and trepidation. The mystery of the murders loomed over the school like a dark cloud, casting a shadow of fear and suspicion over the once-peaceful halls of Crystal Prep. As the day unfolded, more secrets and revelations were sure to come to light, unraveling a web of deceit and danger that threatened to consume them all.

As Officer Ethan delved deeper into the investigation surrounding the murders of Melon Mint and Marco Defoy, he found himself faced with a myriad of challenges and obstacles. The school was abuzz with rumors and speculations, each whisper more sensational than the last. Students huddled in small groups, casting wary glances at their classmates, unsure of who could be capable of such heinous acts.

Ethan made his way through the school corridors, his keen eyes scanning the faces of students and faculty alike. He could sense the tension in the air, a palpable fear that hung over the school like a dark cloud. Despite the chaos and uncertainty, Ethan remained steadfast in his determination to bring the killer to justice and restore peace to Crystal Prep.

As he approached the school's administration office, Ethan was met by Dean Cadance, the kind and caring new principal of Crystal Prep. Her warm smile and compassion immediately put him at ease as she welcomed him into her office.

"Officer Ethan, I am grateful for your dedication to uncovering the truth behind these tragic events," Dean Cadance said, her voice gentle and reassuring. "I have every confidence that with your expertise and determination, we will find justice for Melon Mint and Marco Defoy."

"I am committed to doing everything in my power to solve this case and bring peace to this school, Dean Cadance," Ethan replied, his voice filled with resolve. "I believe that by working together with the students and faculty, we can unravel the mystery surrounding these murders."

Dean Cadance nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with empathy and concern for the students of Crystal Prep. "I trust in your abilities, Officer Ethan. Please know that I am here to support you in any way that I can. We must do everything we can to ensure the safety and well-being of our students."

With that, Ethan left Dean Cadance's office, feeling grateful for her unwavering support and understanding. He knew that with her guidance and compassion, they would be able to navigate the challenges ahead and bring justice to those who had been wronged.

As Ethan continued his investigation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of reassurance knowing that Dean Cadance was at the helm of Crystal Prep. Her kindness and empathy brought a sense of calm to the chaotic situation, providing a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that loomed over the school.

Meanwhile, back in the halls of Crystal Prep, Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest found themselves drawn into the whirlwind of speculation and fear that gripped their peers. The deaths of Melon Mint and Marco Defoy had cast a shadow over the school, leaving a sense of unease and paranoia in its wake.

Sitting together in the school courtyard, Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest exchanged nervous glances, their minds filled with questions and doubts. The events of the past few days had shaken them to the core, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of dread lingering in the air.

"I can't believe this is happening, Lemon," Sugarcoat whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "Melon and Marco...they were just students like us, and now they're gone."

Lemon Zest nodded solemnly, her usual exuberance replaced by a sense of somber reflection. "It's terrifying, Sugarcoat. I never thought something like this could happen here, at Crystal Prep of all places."

As they sat in silence, the sound of footsteps approaching caught their attention. Turning towards the source of the noise, they saw Officer Ethan making his way towards them, his expression grave and determined.

"Ladies, I need to speak with you both regarding the ongoing investigation," Ethan stated, his voice serious.

Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. What could Officer Ethan want to discuss with them now, they wondered. With a nod to each other, they followed him to a secluded corner of the courtyard, away from prying eyes and listening ears.

"I have reason to believe that there may be more to these murders than meets the eye," Ethan began, his voice low and cautious. "I need your help in uncovering the truth and identifying any potential suspects among the students and faculty."

Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest listened intently, their hearts racing with a mixture of fear and intrigue. Could they hold the key to solving the murders that had rocked Crystal Prep to its core, they wondered.

As the day drew to a close, the mystery surrounding the deaths of Melon Mint and Marco Defoy deepened, casting a shadow of doubt and suspicion over the school. With Officer Ethan leading the investigation and Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest at his side, the truth awaited to be unveiled, unraveling a web of secrets and deception that threatened to consume them all.

And so, the tale of murder and mystery at Crystal Prep School continued, with each passing moment bringing them closer to the chilling truth that lurked in the shadows of the prestigious institution. As darkness descended upon Canterlot city, the stage was set for a revelation that would shake the foundations of Crystal Prep to its core.

As evening fell over the school, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, and Officer Ethan remained united in their quest for justice, their resolve unwavering in the face of danger and deceit. With the night cloaking the school in a shroud of uncertainty, they braced themselves for the harrowing journey that lay ahead, knowing that the darkest secrets often lie hidden in the most unexpected of places.

As the day unfolded at Crystal Prep School, Lemon Zest and Sugarcoat found themselves in the library, engrossed in their studies. The atmosphere was tense, the weight of recent events still hanging over the school like a dark cloud. But amidst the whispers and fearful glances, Lemon and Sugarcoat remained determined to seek solace and distraction in their academic pursuits.

Just as they were about to delve into their textbooks, the sound of footsteps approaching caught their attention. Turning towards the source of the noise, they saw Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare making their way towards them, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Hey, Lemon, Sugarcoat," Sour Sweet greeted them, her voice equal parts sweet and sharp. "Mind if we join you? It's been a tense day, and we could use some company."

Lemon Zest and Sugarcoat exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the unspoken bond that connected them in the face of adversity. With a nod of assent, they welcomed Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare to their table, offering them a seat amidst the stacks of books and study materials.

"Of course, you're always welcome here," Sugarcoat replied, her voice measured and composed. "How are you both holding up amidst everything that's been happening?"

Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare settled into their seats, their expressions reflecting a mix of trepidation and resolve. "It's been tough, to be honest," Sunny Flare admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "The atmosphere at school has been...unsettling, to say the least."

Lemon Zest reached out a comforting hand, offering a gesture of solidarity. "We understand, Sunny. These are challenging times for all of us, but we're in this together. We can lean on each other for support and strength."

Sour Sweet nodded in agreement, her usually sharp demeanor softened by a sense of camaraderie. "You're right, Lemon. We need to stick together and look out for one another. Who knows what dangers may lurk in the shadows of Crystal Prep?"

As they engaged in a heartfelt conversation, Lemon Zest, Sugarcoat, Sour Sweet, and Sunny Flare found a sense of unity and solidarity amidst the uncertainty and fear that gripped the school. Their bond grew stronger with each shared moment, a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to engulf them all.

And so, as the day faded into night, the four friends found comfort and strength in each other's company, facing the challenges ahead with courage and resilience. Together, they would navigate the treacherous waters of Crystal Prep, determined to unravel the mysteries that haunted their school and bring justice to those who had been wronged.

As they sat in the quiet of the library, surrounded by the smell of old books and the soft glow of reading lamps, Lemon Zest, Sugarcoat, Sour Sweet, and Sunny Flare knew that they were stronger together, bound by a shared journey that would test their courage and loyalty to the very end. And with determination in their hearts, they prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that their friendship would guide them through the darkest of times.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of another grueling day at Crystal Prep School, Lemon Zest, Sugarcoat, Sour Sweet, and Sunny Flare gathered their belongings and prepared to head home. Their minds were still clouded with the events of the day, the tension and unease that permeated the school refusing to dissipate.

Upon leaving the school grounds, they made their way towards Indigo Zap's house, where they had planned to spend the evening together. The walk was filled with a heavy silence, each step weighed down by the weight of the unknown and the lingering unease that had settled in their hearts.

Upon reaching Indigo's doorstep, they were greeted by the sight of her sitting on the front porch, a solitary figure in the fading light of the day. Her usually vibrant demeanor was replaced by a look of solemn contemplation, her eyes red-rimmed from tears shed in solitude.

"Indigo, we're here for you," Sugarcoat said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "We know what you saw, and we want to help however we can."

Indigo looked up at her friends, her expression a mix of sorrow and vulnerability. "I just can't shake the images from my mind," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "I feel so helpless, like I failed to do something when it mattered most."

The group exchanged understanding glances, their hearts heavy with the weight of Indigo's pain. They had seen her as the bravest and most resilient of them all, a pillar of strength in times of trouble. To witness her vulnerability in this way was a stark reminder of the fragility that lay beneath her tough exterior.

Sour Sweet reached out a hand, offering a gesture of comfort and support. "Indigo, we're here to listen, to support you in any way we can. You don't have to carry this burden alone."

Indigo closed her eyes, a tear trickling down her cheek as she shared the harrowing events of the previous night with her friends. Her voice trembled as she described the aftermath she had witnessed, the sense of helplessness and fear that had gripped her heart, the weight of guilt that threatened to crush her spirit.

"I saw...I saw the aftermath, so much blood, guts and loss left behind," Indigo whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I couldn't save them, I couldn't do anything to help. I feel like I let them down."

Lemon Zest, Sugarcoat, Sour Sweet, and Sunny Flare were rendered speechless, their minds reeling with the gravity of Indigo's words. They had never seen her break down like this, never witnessed her vulnerability laid bare in such a raw and honest manner.

As Indigo's tears fell freely, her friends gathered around her, enveloping her in a cocoon of warmth and empathy. They were united in their resolve to support her and ease the burden of her grief, to provide a safe space for her to share her pain and find solace in their presence.

The four friends sat around Indigo's living room, their voices hushed in the dim light of the early evening. The weight of recent events hung heavy in the air as they discussed the unsettling news that had gripped their small town.

"I can't believe there's a killer out there, Canterlot city has a low crime rate the worst crime that's ever happened here was shoplifting and a few street brawls" Lemon Zest said, her tone a mix of fear and disbelief. "It's like something out of a horror movie."

"It's terrifying," Sugarcoat added, her brows furrowed in concern. "And now with the police enacting a curfew for all students, it just makes it all feel so much more real."

Sour Sweet nodded in agreement, her expression grim. "I heard they're urging everyone to stay indoors after 7 pm. It's like our town has become a ghost town after dark."

Indigo shifted uncomfortably in her seat; her gaze fixed on the floor. She had been the closest witness to the aftermath of the killer's actions, the weight of her guilt and helplessness pressing down on her heart like a leaden weight.

"I wish there was something we could do," Sunny Flare said softly, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the room. "It's like we're all just waiting for the next shoe to drop, living in fear of the unknown."

The girls exchanged somber glances, their minds reeling with the uncertainty and fear that had gripped their town. The sense of camaraderie that had always bound them together was now tinged with a sense of vulnerability and unease, their carefree days of laughter and adventure seemingly a distant memory.

As the clock ticked closer to 7 pm, the girls felt a looming sense of dread settle over them. The safety and security they had always taken for granted had been shattered by the presence of a killer in their midst, leaving them feeling exposed and vulnerable in a world that had suddenly become hostile and unfamiliar.

But in the midst of their fear and uncertainty, the girls found solace in the presence of each other. As they sat together in the warm glow of Indigo's living room, they realized that their bond of friendship was a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to engulf them. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, they knew they would face them together, united in their strength, courage, and unwavering support for each other.

And in that moment of shared vulnerability and compassion, Lemon Zest, Sugarcoat, Sour Sweet, and Sunny Flare realized that their bond of friendship was stronger than ever. They knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their love and support for each other.

As the girls said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, Sugarcoat walked through the door of her empty house, the silence enveloping her like a suffocating blanket. Her parents were both lawyers and often worked late into the night, leaving her alone in the large, quiet house.

She flopped down on the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. The familiar chatter of the television provided her with some comfort, a distraction from the unsettling events that had been unfolding in their town. But as the night wore on and the shadows grew longer, an uneasy feeling began to gnaw at the edges of her mind.

Just as she was about to turn off the TV and head to bed, a shrill ringing pierced the silence, causing her heart to skip a beat. She hesitantly picked up the phone, a knot of unease forming in the pit of her stomach.

"Hello?" Sugarcoat answered, her voice betraying a hint of trepidation.

A chilling voice on the other end spoke in a low, menacing tone."Hello, Sugarcoat. You don't know me, but I know you. I've been watching you."

A shiver ran down Sugarcoat's spine as she tried to place the voice, feeling a chill of unease creeping up her arms. "Who is this?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly.

The caller chuckled darkly, the sound sending a jolt of fear through her veins. "That's not important. What matters is that you're not as safe as you think you are. The killer is closer than you realize."

Sugarcoat's heart raced in her chest, dread sinking like a stone in the pit of her stomach. "What do you want? Why are you calling me?"

There was a pause on the other end, the silence stretching out like a taut wire before the voice replied, "I just wanted to remind you that you're not alone. You have someone watching over you, Sugarcoat. And I'll be watching every move you make."

Sugarcoat tried to maintain her composure, brushing off the caller's words as a twisted prank. "Very funny," she scoffed. "You're really trying to scare me, huh? Well, it's not working. I know this is just some sick joke."

But just as she was about to hang up the phone, the caller's tone turned menacing, the words dripping with malice. "IF YOU HANG UP ON ME, YOU'LL DIE JUST LIKE MINT AND MARCO"

A chill swept through Sugarcoat as the weight of the killer's threat hit her like a hammer blow, the realization sinking in that she was now a pawn in a deadly game of cat and mouse. Despite her attempts to dismiss it as a prank, a seed of doubt began to gnaw at the edges of her mind, the fear and uncertainty clawing at her resolve. And as she stared into the darkness of her empty house, the echoes of the killer's words haunting her every breath, she knew that the night ahead would be a long and harrowing journey into the heart of darkness.

"Do you want to die tonight, Sugarcoat? Mint and Marco certainly didn't want to," Ghostface's chilling voice echoed through the phone, sending a wave of dread coursing through Sugarcoat's veins.

Her breath caught in her throat at the mention of her friends' names, the details of their gruesome deaths still fresh in her mind. Fear clenched her heart as she tried to stay composed, determined not to let the masked killer see her weakness.

"What do you want from me?" Sugarcoat's voice trembled slightly, a mix of anger and fear seeping into her words.

Ghostface chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Oh, Sugarcoat, you're so full of questions. But the real question is, why are you still alive when your friends aren't? What makes you so special?"

His taunts cut deep, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions in Sugarcoat. Anger, fear, confusion, and sorrow battled for control as she struggled to make sense of the killer's twisted motives.

"I don't know who you are or what you want," Sugarcoat replied, her voice laced with defiance. "But I won't let you scare me. I'll find out who you are, and I'll make sure you pay for what you've done."

Ghostface's voice turned icy cold, his words dripping with malice. "Oh, I'm counting on it, Sugarcoat. It's just a matter of time before you realize that you're already in my game. And when the time comes, you'll wish you had never picked up that phone."

With those ominous words hanging in the air, the phone line went dead, leaving Sugarcoat alone in the darkness with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. The game had only just begun, and she knew that the stakes were higher than she could have ever imagined.

As the last echoes of Ghostface's words faded away, Sugarcoat's hands shook as she made her way towards the front door. She fumbled with the lock, her heart pounding in her chest with each click. Just as she finally secured the deadbolt, the shrill ring of the phone pierced the silence of the house, causing her to jump in alarm.

With trembling hands, she picked up the receiver, dreading what she would hear next. The voice on the other end was low and menacing, sending chills down her spine. "Locking the door won't help you now, Sugarcoat. I'm already inside the house."

Her blood ran cold as she glanced around the dimly lit hallway, her eyes darting from corner to corner in search of any sign of the masked killer. And then, out of the shadows, Ghostface emerged from the closet, wielding a large hunting knife in his hand.

Sugarcoat's fight or flight instincts kicked in as she tried to defend herself, lashing out with whatever she could find in her reach. But the killer was relentless, his strength overpowering her as he cornered her against the wall.

For a fleeting moment, Sugarcoat's eyes met the cold, soulless gaze of Ghostface, and in that instant, she realized the grave danger she was in. With a surge of adrenaline, she made a split-second decision to run, zigzagging through the house in a desperate bid to escape.

The hunter became the hunted as Sugarcoat raced through the rooms, her heart thundering in her ears as the chilling voice of Ghostface echoed through the empty halls, taunting her every move.

As Sugarcoat's heart raced and her breath came in ragged gasps, she knew she had to find a hiding spot, a safe haven from the relentless pursuit of the masked killer. With trembling hands, she ducked into a nearby closet, her body pressed against the darkness as she tried to silence her pounding heart.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the muffled sound of her own frantic breathing. And then, Ghostface's voice cut through the quiet, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Sugarcoat, my dear, there's no use hiding. I can smell your fear, taste your desperation. Come out, come out, wherever you are," his voice slithered through the walls like a serpent, each word dripping with malice and menace.

Sugarcoat's hands clenched into fists as she pressed herself further into the shadowy corner of the closet, her heart hammering in her chest. The urge to run, to fight, to scream battled within her, but she knew that giving in to panic would only lead to her downfall.

Seconds stretched into minutes as Ghostface's taunting calls grew louder, more insistent. Sweat beaded on Sugarcoat's brow as she struggled to control her breathing, to quiet the frantic beat of her heart. She held her breath, praying that the killer would pass by, oblivious to her hiding place.

But the ominous thud of footsteps drew closer, each step echoing through the house like a death knell. And then, the closet door swung open with a creak, revealing Ghostface in his terrifying glory.

His chilling laughter filled the small space, sending a chill down her spine as his gaze locked onto hers. "There you are, said with sadistic glee.

As Ghostface loomed menacingly in the doorway of the closet, Sugarcoat's hands fumbled in the darkness until they closed around a nearby vase. With a surge of adrenaline, she swung the heavy object with all her strength, the sound of shattering glass ringing through the air as it collided with the killer's masked head.

A strangled cry of pain escaped Ghostface as he stumbled backward, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack. "You little b****!" he spat, his voice laced with venomous rage. Seizing the opportunity, Sugarcoat sprinted out of the closet and up the stairs to her room, her heart pounding in her chest with each step.

With trembling hands, she barricaded the door with whatever she could find, her mind racing as she searched for a weapon to defend herself against the relentless killer. Her eyes fell upon a baseball bat leaning against the wall, and she snatched it up with a fierce determination.

As Ghostface's furious shouts and pounding fists echoed through the door, Sugarcoat braced herself for the inevitable confrontation. The adrenaline surged through her veins as she took a defensive stance, her grip tight on the bat as she prepared for the fight of her life.

The killer's obscenities reverberated through the room, his threats and promises of violence sending a chill down her spine. "I'll rip you apart, you cowardly little s***!" he roared, his voice filled with malice and hatred.

But Sugarcoat refused to cower in fear, her resolve steeling as she steeled herself for the battle ahead. And then, just as Ghostface's anger reached a fever pitch, the distant wail of police sirens pierced through the night, their haunting sound sending a cold wave of relief through Sugarcoat's veins.

With a final growl of frustration, the killer made a hasty retreat, his footsteps fading into the night as the police drew closer to the scene of the chilling game of cat and mouse.

Sugarcoat's hands trembled as she lowered the bat, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she sank to the floor in a trembling heap. The terror of the night's events still fresh in her mind, she knew that the danger was far from over, but in that moment, she allowed herself a small glimmer of hope that she might yet emerge from this nightmare alive.

Heart still pounding from the adrenaline and fear coursing through her veins, Sugarcoat gathered her courage and made her way downstairs to the front door. With shaking hands, she fumbled with the locks and bolts, finally swinging the heavy door open with a creak.

As she stepped out onto the porch, a scream escaped her lips, loud and piercing, as she saw the chilling visage of the Ghostface mask right in front of her, but it turned out to be just Ethan holding the mask looking freaked out from the scream that Sugarcoat let out. "Ethan? What are you doing here?" Sugarcoat's voice trembled with a mixture of relief and confusion, her heart still racing from the sudden shock of the reveal.

Ethan's eyes still widened in fear as Sugarcoat's scream of terror. The mask slipped from his hands, falling to the porch floor as he stumbled back in shock, his heart racing with terror.

"I-I was just... I saw the mask and... I didn't mean to scare you, I swear," Ethan stuttered, his voice shaky with fear. He reached out a trembling hand, his eyes wide and apologetic as he tried to explain his sudden presence on Sugarcoat's front porch.

As the reality of the situation sank in, Sugarcoat's initial fear gave way to a mix of relief and amusement at Ethan's unintended prank. She couldn't help but let out a shaky breath, a mix of emotions swirling within her as the tension of the night's events slowly began to dissipate.

"Ethan, you scared me half to death!" Sugarcoat's voice wavered slightly as she tried to keep her cool, but a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Just don't do something like that again, okay?"

Ethan nodded, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I promise, I won't. I didn't mean to scare you that much. I just wanted to see what was going on with the mask," he admitted, his eyes filled with remorse.

The two friends stood on the porch, the tension of the night's events slowly melting away as they shared a nervous laugh at the unexpected turn of events. And as the adrenaline ebbed and the fear faded, Sugarcoat couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the danger had passed, at least for now.

But as the night drew to a close and the moon hung high in the sky, the lingering shadows of the evening's terrors still loomed large in their minds, a reminder that the darkness held secrets and dangers yet to be uncovered.

Author's Note

And there is the second chapter longest chapter I have ever written so sorry for making you guys wait writers block is a pain, hope this long chapter makes up for my absences and I hope u guys enjoyed it.

chapter 3

Chapter 3

Officer Ethan and a few other officers surrounded Sugarcoat, offering words of comfort and support as she tried to process the terrifying events that had just unfolded in her home. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she struggled to make sense of the horror she had experienced.

Amidst the chaos, Sugarcoat's voice quivered as she finally mustered the strength to ask the question that had been weighing heavily on her mind, "How did you know that the killer was in my house? How did you get here so quickly?"

Officer Ethan, a seasoned veteran of the force, gently placed a hand on Sugarcoat's shoulder, his eyes filled with empathy. "Your neighbors heard your screams and immediately called the police. We received their frantic call and rushed to your aid as quickly as we could. We were here to help you, Sugarcoat. You're safe now."

As Sugarcoat nodded in understanding, a new presence made itself known. A determined and ambitious reporter named Amanda Daniels stepped forward she had short black hair that reached her ears, and her skin was a light tan, her eyes bright with curiosity and determination. "Ms. Sugarcoat, I'm Amanda Daniels, a reporter for the local news. I understand that you've been through a truly harrowing experience, and I would like to interview you about your encounter with the killer. Your story could help raise awareness and possibly lead to catching this dangerous individual."

Sugarcoat's eyes widened in alarm at the prospect of reliving her trauma through the media, but Amanda's persistence was unwavering. The reporter seemed intent on getting the scoop, regardless of Sugarcoat's emotional state or reluctance to delve back into the nightmare she had just survived.

As the officers and Amanda Daniels continued their discussions, Sugarcoat felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over her. She knew that sharing her story could potentially help others, but at what cost to her own well-being and peace of mind?

The decision weighed heavily on Sugarcoat's heart as she grappled with the aftermath of the chilling events that had shaken her to the core.

Officer Ethan, who had been observing Amanda Daniels' relentless pursuit of an interview with Sugarcoat, felt a growing sense of frustration building within him. As Amanda continued to press the traumatized teen for a statement, Ethan stepped forward, his tone firm and unwavering.

"Ms. Daniels, with all due respect, Sugarcoat is in no condition to be hounded by the press right now. She has just been through a horrific ordeal, and her well-being should be our top priority," Ethan stated, his voice tinged with underlying annoyance.

Amanda's expression hardened as she countered, "I understand that, Officer, but as a reporter, it is my job to seek out the truth and share important stories with the public. Sugarcoat's experience could help bring attention to a dangerous criminal on the loose."

Ethan's jaw clenched in frustration at Amanda's persistence, but he remained steadfast in his resolve to protect Sugarcoat from any further distress. "I appreciate your dedication to your work, but I cannot allow you to exploit Sugarcoat's vulnerability for a headline. She needs time to heal and process what she has been through. Respect her privacy and give her the space she deserves."

A tense silence hung in the air as Amanda contemplated Ethan's words, her desire for a story conflicting with the officer's concern for Sugarcoat's well-being. After a moment of reflection, Amanda reluctantly nodded, acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

Relieved that the reporter had relented, Ethan turned his attention back to Sugarcoat, offering a reassuring smile and a promise to ensure her safety and peace of mind. As the officers guided Sugarcoat to a quiet room away from the chaos, Ethan made a mental note to keep a watchful eye on Amanda Daniels, knowing that the determined reporter would not easily be deterred in her quest for a story.

With Sugarcoat's best interests at heart, Ethan remained vigilant, determined to shield her from any further intrusion or exploitation as she began the daunting journey towards healing and recovery.

As Officer Ethan continued to keep a watchful eye on Amanda Daniels, the reporter approached him with a small, weather-worn photograph in hand. "Officer Ethan, I found this photo in Sugarcoat's garden. It looks like a young teen, perhaps 14 or 15 years old," Amanda explained, her curiosity piqued. "I thought it might be relevant to the case."

Ethan examined the photo closely and he recognized the crystal prep uniform worn by the teen in the image. The same uniform that Sugarcoat herself wore to school. His suspicions heightened, Ethan turned to Sugarcoat, his expression grave.

"Sugarcoat, do you know who this young boy is in the photo?" Ethan's voice was gentle, yet insistent as he held out the photograph for her to see.

Sugarcoat's heart skipped a beat as she gazed at the familiar face of the teen in the picture, her mind racing with memories of days long gone. "I-I don't know him," she stammered, her voice betraying a hint of unease.

Ethan studied Sugarcoat's reaction closely, sensing her hesitation and inner turmoil. He could see the flicker of recognition in her eyes, despite her denial. "Sugarcoat, this boy is wearing the same uniform as you. Are you sure you don't recognize him?" he pressed, his tone gentle yet probing.

Torn between her desire to protect her past and the growing weight of the truth, Sugarcoat closed her eyes briefly before meeting Ethan's gaze with a forced smile. "I'm sorry, Officer, but I truly don't know who he is," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Ethan's instincts told him that Sugarcoat was hiding something, but he respected her need for privacy and didn't press further. As he pocketed the photograph, a lingering sense of unease settled in his mind, knowing that there was more to the story than Sugarcoat was willing to reveal.

As he left Sugarcoat to her thoughts, Ethan made a mental note to investigate the mystery of the young boy in the photo further, determined to uncover the truth behind the connection to Sugarcoat's past and its potential ties to the chilling events that had recently unfolded in her life. The investigation had only just begun, and the answers that awaited them were shrouded in shadows of secrets yet to be revealed.

As Sugarcoat grappled with the guilt and sorrow of Solar Comet's tragic death, her thoughts drifted to the dark shadow that loomed over the aftermath of the hazing incident. It was Abacus Cinch, the former school principal, who had covered up the incident to protect the prestigious reputation of Crystal Prep Academy.

In the depths of her mind, Sugarcoat recalled the chilling warning that Cinch had issued to the students involved in the hazing prank. She remembered the fear in their eyes as Cinch warned them that speaking a word about the incident could mean facing prison time. Their lives would be over, their futures shattered by the consequences of their actions.

The memory sent a shiver down Sugarcoat's spine as she realized the extent of Cinch's manipulation and control. The former principal had wielded power and authority like a weapon, using fear and intimidation to silence those who knew the truth. The weight of that knowledge weighed heavily on Sugarcoat's conscience, a reminder of the web of deceit and corruption that had entangled them all.

As she grappled with the harsh reality of Cinch's cover-up and the impact it had on their lives, Sugarcoat knew that she had to find a way to break free from the hold of fear and secrecy. The truth had to come to light, no matter the cost, for the sake of justice and closure for Solar Comet and all those whose lives had been touched by the tragedy. The road ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but Sugarcoat was determined to forge ahead, guided by the light of truth and the promise of redemption.

As Sugarcoat grappled with the weight of the past and the haunting memories of Solar Comet's tragic death, a nagging question gnawed at the back of her mind. How did the killer know about the incident? Could it be that one of her friends or the students involved had broken their vow of silence and confided in someone else?

The thought sent a shiver down Sugarcoat's spine, a chill of betrayal and fear creeping into her thoughts. She had thought that the dark secret of Solar Comet's death was buried deep within the hearts of those who had been involved, a shared burden of guilt and regret that they all bore. But now, faced with the reality that someone had betrayed their trust and exposed the truth, Sugarcoat couldn't help but question the loyalty and integrity of those around her.

A sense of unease settled over Sugarcoat as she grappled with the unsettling possibility that one of her friends or fellow students had broken their silence, potentially putting all of their lives in danger. The consequences of their actions could be catastrophic, not just for themselves but for everyone involved in the tragic chain of events that had led to Solar Comet's untimely demise.

As she pondered the implications of this unsettling revelation, Sugarcoat knew that she had to confront the truth head-on and uncover the identity of the betrayer. The road ahead was fraught with uncertainty and trepidation, but she was determined to unravel the mystery and bring justice to Solar Comet's memory, no matter the cost. The shadows of the past may be dark and foreboding, but Sugarcoat was determined to shine a light on the truth and seek redemption for the sins of their shared past.

As the cops were escorting her to get her to a safer place as it was now obvious that the killer was targeting her, Ethan walked up to her, "Hey listen Sugarcoat is there anyplace you could stay where you could feel safe." asked the officer.

"My friend Sour Sweet lives just a couple of blocks away I'll feel more comfortable staying with her." she said feeling exhausted after tonight's events.

"Aright then sounds good I'll call the residence and let them know you're coming" said Ethan. As Sugarcoat was driven to Sour Sweet's house by the police, her heart pounded in her chest, fear and uncertainty gnawing at her insides. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of being followed by unseen eyes that threatened her every move. The events of that night had left her shaken to the core, and the thought of returning to her empty, silent house filled her with dread.

Upon reaching Sour Sweet's doorstep, Sugarcoat knocked urgently, her hands trembling as she waited for her friend to answer. When the door swung open, revealing Sour Sweet's concerned expression, Sugarcoat felt a sense of relief wash over her. Without a word, she stepped inside and hugged her crying uncontrollably, seeking comfort and solace in the familiar surroundings of her friend's home.

Sugarcoat's hands trembled as she sat on Sour Sweet's couch, recounting the horrifying events of the night. "I was attacked, Sour," she whispered, her voice shaky with emotion. "I barely managed to escape. And the worst part is, the killer left behind a photo of Solar Comet. It's like they knew how much it would terrify me."

Sour Sweet gasped, her eyes wide with shock and worry. "Sugar, that's terrifying. I can't believe someone would do something like that to you." She reached out and squeezed Sugarcoat's hand, a silent gesture of solidarity.

Tears welled in Sugarcoat's eyes as she poured out her heart to her friend, the words tumbling out in a rush of fear and anxiety. "I don't feel safe anywhere, Sour. I don't know what to do or where to turn."

Sour Sweet's expression softened with compassion as she listened, her voice filled with empathy. "You're safe here, Sugar. I won't let anything happen to you. We'll figure this out together, I promise."

And as they sat there, the weight of their shared burden lightened by their friendship and resolve, Sugarcoat felt a glimmer of hope ignite within her. With Sour Sweet by her side, she knew that she was not alone in her fight for justice and truth. Together, they would confront the shadows of the past and emerge victorious, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

Sugarcoat shifted on the couch, her mind swirling with thoughts and doubts. She took a deep breath before turning to Sour Sweet, her eyes searching for answers. "Do you ever wonder, Sour, if the school truly changed? I mean, we all knew what it was like under Principal Cinch's rule. It was ruthless, cutthroat. Students stepping over each other to get ahead, and Cinch egging it on. Do you think... do you think any of us should have just faced the consequences of our actions back then?"

Sour Sweet furrowed her brow, considering Sugarcoat's words carefully. She knew exactly what her friend was getting at. The guilt weighing on their hearts, the shadows of their past actions looming over them like a dark cloud. "I've thought about it, Sugar. And truth be told, I've often wondered if what we did in the past is coming back to haunt us now. Maybe we should have faced the music back then, instead of running from it."

Sugarcoat nodded solemnly, her eyes clouded with regret. "It's like we created this... this cycle of negativity, Sour. And now it's like history is repeating itself. Solar Comet, the attacks... it's all too familiar. Maybe if we had owned up to our mistakes before, things would be different now."

"We need to talk to the others tomorrow not just Indigo, Lemon and Sunny, I mean everyone else who was involved in the prank back in sophomore year" said Sugarcoat with Sour nodding her head in agreement, just then Sour's mom walked into the room holding a phone, "hey Sugar someone's on the phone for you" she said as she handed the phone to Sugarcoat.

Sugarcoat wiped away a tear as she agreed with Sour Sweet about talking to all the others involved in the prank from sophomore year. "We need to face this head-on, together," she said firmly, her determination shining through.

Just then, Sour Sweet's mom walked into the room holding a phone. "Hey, Sugar, someone's on the phone for you," she said, handing the phone to Sugarcoat with a concerned look in her eyes. Sugarcoat took the phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She put the phone to her ear, she spoke. "Hello?"

"~Hello Sugarcoat~"

A cold, menacing voice echoed through the phone, sending shivers down Sugarcoat's spine. It was the killer, taunting her once again, his words filled with malice and cruelty. Sugarcoat's hand shook as she listened, the memories of the past flooding back and overwhelming her.

"Nooo" cried Sugarcoat tears began to stream down Sugarcoat's face as she tried to hold back a sob. Sour Sweet and her mother exchanged worried glances, concern etched on their faces as they watched Sugarcoat crumble before them.

Through her tears, Sugarcoat managed to choke out a question, her voice breaking with emotion. "Wh-what do you want?" she asked, the fear and despair evident in her voice. "In due time, Sugarcoat, you will know what I want," the killer taunted, his words dripping with malice and menace. "But until then, how many friends are you willing to see gruesomely killed before I reveal to you who I really am?"

Sugarcoat's breath caught in her throat, her hands trembling as the realization of the killer's twisted game sunk in. The thought of her friends being in danger, their lives hanging in the balance, sent a surge of fear and desperation through her veins.

Sour Sweet and her mother watched in horror as Sugarcoat's facade crumbled, her tears flowing freely as she tried to process the gravity of the situation. The killer's sinister laughter echoed through the phone, adding another layer of terror to the already tense atmosphere.

As Sugarcoat struggled to regain her composure, the weight of the killer's words hung heavy in the air. The stakes had been raised, and the danger they faced had become all too real. With a heavy heart, Sugarcoat knew that they were in for a long and perilous journey ahead and as she looked into the eyes of her friend and Sour Sweet's mother, she knew that they would need to stand together if they wanted to survive this nightmare.

After a tumultuous night filled with fear and uncertainty, Sugarcoat and Sour Sweet who had barely gotten any sleep last night found themselves standing in the school courtyard the next day. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over the grounds as they waited for the rest of the students to arrive.

Sugarcoat felt a sense of unease settle in her stomach as she glanced at Sour Sweet, knowing that both of them held a shared secret that now placed them all in grave danger. Sour Sweet stood by her side, her expression grim and determined.

One by one, the students began to trickle into the courtyard, their faces reflecting a mixture of confusion and apprehension. Jet Set, Upper Crust, Neon Lights, Suri Polomare, Trenderhoof, Royal Pin, Sunny Flare, Sour Sweet, Indigo Zap, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, all gathered in a somber silence.

As the group assembled, Sugarcoat took a deep breath, steeling herself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead. She knew that they needed to address the looming threat that the killer posed and confront the dark secrets of their past actions.

The air was tense with anticipation, and as Sugarcoat prepared to speak, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping over her. The events of the previous night still lingered in her mind, and the realization of the danger they were all in weighed heavily on her shoulders.

The scene ends as the last of the students join the group, their eyes silently questioning and fearful, awaiting the discussion that was about to unfold. The courtyard stood quiet, a sense of foreboding settling over the tense gathering as they prepared to face the truth of their shared past and the deadly consequences that now threatened them all.

Author's Note

And here’s the 3rd chapter hope you guys enjoyed it please leave a review telling me what you think about it