Part One.

LivMorgan X Fem!Reader X RheaRipley

Warnings - Mentions of blood, knife’s, all that stuff. you can’t watch horror movies, then I’d suggest not to read this. Eventual smut at some point.

Summary - Weird things have been happening lately. You keep getting calls from unknown numbers, every time you answer it, there’s just heavy breathing. Until finally, they speak up.

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Murder.

That’s what is happening in my small town. As long as I’ve lived here, I’ve never known of anything like this to happen.

Maybe a few robberies here and there, but nothing like this.

What makes this even worse is that I’ve been receiving calls from these unknown numbers. Heavy breathing and sometimes this…low pitched growl noise.

I’ve been wondering if this could be the killer, but I always come to a point where I believe it’s just some kids prank calling, trying to scare others.

I work morning shift at my job, meaning I get off later during the day. I work at the diner owned by my mom and dad. I’ve always been here with them, so I know pretty much all of our customers.

Except for the few drunken truck drivers who pass through here and there.

As my shift ends, I tell my parents goodnight and I clock out. I walk outside to my car, get in and go to crank it up.

But...

It wasn't starting.

"Shit!" | screamed.

All I wanted was to go home and get some sleep.

Tomorrow is halloween. So the diners gonna be busy and I have to fix up some of the decorations out front.

I pull my phone out, seeing if I can call a taxi to come and get me.

I get a call.

"UNKNOWN NUMBER" again..

"Hello?" I say aloud.

No response. Only loud, heavy breathing.

The deep breathing was the only response I was getting. No words, no hello, no greeting...Just the breathing.

“Hello?” I say again.

“You know... you're not supposed to answer calls at this hour..” A voice finally speaks up. Its deep. Raspy.

“Who is this?” I ask.

“No no.. I ask the questions.” The person says to me.

The voice chuckled a bit, before clearing their throat. “Do you like scary movies, Lorelei?”

“How do you know my name?”

“Nuh uh, answer the fucking question bitch.” The voice says to me.

“No- What? Why does it-Just..please stop calling me!” I hang up.

My heart dropped. What the fuck was that.

I try my car one more time.

It finally cranks.

I don’t think I’ve ever drove home faster. As soon as I stepped in the door, I slammed it shut and made sure to lock it. I went around, checking my windows and doors..making sure no one could open them.

I was scared shitless.

I sit down on my couch, trying to calm myself down.

“It’s just a prank, that’s all.” I said to myself, breathing in and out.

After about 15 minutes of repeating this and breathing in and out, I go upstairs to my bedroom. Ready to wash this day away.

I grab my clothes, and walk to my bathroom.

I shut the door behind me, making sure to lock it as I was still paranoid, and placed my clothes on the sink. I turn the water on in the shower, steam immediately beginning to fill the air. I get undressed and step in.

I begin washing my hair, but suddenly I hear the bathroom door knob wiggling as if someone is attempting to open it.

I shrugged it off, thinking it’s just my mind playing tricks on me.

But it happens again.

This time, I stick my head out, watching the doorknob rattle.

I turn the water off slowly.

Suddenly, loud banging on the door begins.

I scream but cover my mouth immediately, as if the person doesn’t know I’m in here.

“I know you’re in there. I can hear you.” This person speaks out behind the door.

I look at the counter, my phone not there as I left it in the bedroom.

“Shit!” I scream.

“Ahhh there you are.” Says the person.

The banging and rattling begins again.

I rush out of the shower. Grabbing my clothes and throwing them on.

I was not about to die naked.

“Open the door. I’m not gonna hurt you. Come on..I just want to have a little fun, yeah?”

Holding back tears, I run and stand on my toilet, trying to open the window that sits above it.

My heart rapidly beating, palms becoming sweaty. Filled with instant panic, fear for my life.

I finally get it open, but the only thing is, I’m on the second floor.

Suddenly the door is broken down, a tall black figure rushing at me with a knife.

I decide to take the risk, I jump out of the window. Landing on the patch of grass next to my driveway.

The land twisted my knee but I can’t stop due to that. I get up and run as fast as I can to a nearby house, banging on the door.

“PLEASE HELP, THERES SOMEONE AFTER ME! HELLO? PLEASE!!!” I scream whilst banging on the door.

The door opens up, an older lady asking me if I’m alright.

I beg her to call the cops, too tell them someone’s in my house, and she does just so.

She sat me on her couch, wet and all. She gives me a towel and a blanket, telling me the cops should be arriving soon.

Small Time Jump!

After arriving at the hospital, the nurses put me in a room. Checking me out to make sure I’m okay, also checking my knee to see what happened. When the nurses are done, the cops follow in after them.

The cops sit down, now asking me questions about what happened exactly.

I tell them everything I knew. Including the calls I thought may have been random kids.

After about an hour of talking with the cops, they leave me be.

Sometime after, my mom and dad came in.

She ran into my arms, tears immediately falling from both of our eyes.

Everything felt okay at the moment.

“Baby I’m so glad you’re okay.” My mom says.

My dad following behind her. “Me too.” He too comes up to me and hugs me.

“I was so scared..” I speak up, my voice slightly raspy due to my screaming.

“You’ll be okay baby. You’re a strong girl.” My mom caresses my face with her hand.

I nod my head.

“Are you hungry?” My dad asks. “I can run to the diner and make you something?”

“Uhm- Yeah. I am. Thank you, dad.” I smile at him.

He nods to me and then walks out.

“I’m gonna go find a restroom, hunny. I’ll be right back, okay?”

I smile at my mom and nod in affirmation.

After my mom walked out, the nurse followed in after her. “Your mom’s on the line.”

My mom?

It was probably my dad, using mom’s phone.

I pick the phone up. “Hello? Dad?” I ask.

A deep voice responds. “Guess again.”

No.

Oh god.

“What do you want from me..” I ask, tears once again forming in my eyes.

“All I want is for you to answer my questions. Can you do that?

“You’re not gonna leave me alone are you?” I question.

“That all depends on your answers.” The person says. “Tell me, Lorelei..Do you like scary movies?”

“Mhm”

“What’s your favorite..scary movie?”

I answer, holding back my tears and sobs. “I- It’s..The Exorcist.”

The killer lets out a slight laugh. “Good pick.” They say.

“I’ll start you off on some easy questions okay? Let’s say a…practice round, yeah?”

“Okay.” I mumble out.

“Friday the 13th. How did Jason die?”

“I- he uhm…I don’t-..” I get cut off.

“Oh come on..don’t say you don’t know? Think, Lori.”

“Drowned. He drowned!” I say.

“Ding ding ding! Correct!”

“Just a couple more..When did the original IT movie come out?

“1990! I know this one!” I say. Getting a bit more confident in myself.

“Mhm, good job, alright.. last one, What is the song played at the beginning of Halloween II?”

“Mr Sandman! Yes, I know this one!” I scream slightly.

“Wow! Someone knows their stuff…” The person says.

“I won right?! Did I win?” I ask.

“Oh no no..that was just the practice round, remember?”

“Time for the real round. What item did Nancy pull out of her dream in Nightmare of Elm Street?”

“What? I- how am I supposed to know this? I don’t..”

“Don’t leave me hanging Lori! Come on…I’m sure you know it.”

“I don’t- I’ve never seen that movie! Please.”

“What’s the answer lori?”

“I don’t know!”

“Is that your final answer?”

“I- fuck!” I hang up the phone.

I get up off the hospital bed and try to run to the hallway, but suddenly I’m grabbed.

“You hung up in my face Lorelei! That’s not very nice…”

The killer grabs my face, shoving a rag in my face.

One second I’m awake.

The next, I’m not.