@ghostwithaface
Buying a cheap, generic costume right off the shelf at a party store the day before Halloween did not constitute suspicious activity – it wouldn’t be something even worth remembering for a cashier who’d seen dozens of faceless high schoolers coming in and out all day. To him, Billy looked just like another kid searching for some last-minute holiday party supplies. The costume was an after-thought in a sea of red solo cups and tacky party streamers. No one would ever think that the grim reaper costume would potentially be used in a murder months from now.
Billy dumped out the contents of his bag, pouring everything out to litter the table in front of Stu. “I went to every place in Woodsboro that’s got costumes,” he explained, shifting through the party supplies until he came across the costume bag. He tossed it at Stu. “Just your right off the shelf kind of thing – every place had it. The material’s cheap as hell – blood’ll probably just leak through it to whatever we’re wearing under it – but it’s loose, so it won’t stop us from moving how we need to.” He tossed his booted feet up on the table as he sprawled himself out across the couch. “It could work.”
