five

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know that Amber is throwing a party at her place in honor of your brother tomorrow night." Chad said.

"Great." Phoebe said as she sat at the island picking grapes from a bowl to eat.

"You know you don't have to go right? I'm sure Amber will understand." He said, leaning against the counter.

"Good, cause I'm not. I never liked parties to begin with. I'm not going to one for my dead brother who hasn't even been dead a day. Jesus Christ." She said as she got up and put her bowl in the sink.

"Hey." Chad said, grabbing her arm before she could walk away.

"You know you can talk to me right?" He said.

"Yeah, I know. I just don't have anything to say Chad." She said before leaving the room.

"Oh hey, I forgot to tell you. Liv and I are going to dinner tonight, Mindy is out, should be home later, and my mom is having dinner with my dad so." He said.

"I'll be fine Chad, I promise." She said before making her way upstairs.

She decided to pack up some of her things, she didn't intend on staying to long. Afterall she was 18 and there was no need to find a new legal guardian. She had only hoped to find a place to stay for a few days until the caution tape was taken up.

Later that evening she was downstairs in the living room flipping through channels when she came across a channel that was playing the old Pet Sematary, she put it on as she made her way into the kitchen to make a drink and some food. Her phone started ringing as she opened the fridge.

"Hey." She answered.

"Sam?" She repeated as nothing was said in return.

"Phoebe, is anyone there with you?" She asked.

"Nope, I'm home alone. Great decision making right." Phoebe joked as she looked around.

"But I'm fine Sam I promise." She said.

"Phoebe, Dewey is dead." She said.

"What?" Phoebe said, her heart thumping so hard it felt like it might actually burst from her chest.

"We were at the hospital, Tara was attacked a-and Dewey he just went back to take care of it and.." She stopped.

"Does she know yet? Gale?" Phoebe asked.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I saw you talking to her the other day at my house Sam. Does Gale know?" Phoebe asked.

"Yes. She found out as soon as she got here I-

"Sam?" A voice could be heard over the phone.

"Hey Phebes can I call you back?" Sam said.

"Sure, Sam be safe okay." Phoebe said.

"You too." Sam said before hanging up.

Phoebe took out her phone to text the group chat between her, Mindy, and Chad.

Phoebe: 911 guys, Sam just called, Dewey is dead.

Mindy: What?

Chad: Are you serious, shit.

Phoebe: I just thought you guys should know.

Mindy: I should be home in like 20, we can make dinner for the two of us.Fucking crazy, I can't believe they got Dewey. But I could have called it.

Chad: Jesus Mindy. Be a little respectful.

Mindy: Just saying.

Phoebe: Sounds good Mind, see you soon.

After texting, she resumed getting her drink, but her phone rang.

'No Caller ID' flashed across the screen. Phoebe was hesitant to pick it up, but she ultimately answered. Why did she always end up making the dumb decision.

"Hello?" She spoke.

"Hello Phoebe, you know after carving up Dewey, your mother and your brother, I feel like now would be the perfect time to take you out."

"Why? What did I ever do to you?" Phoebe asked.

"Well, I can't leave a loose end. That wouldn't make me look very good, now would it."

"I'm not sure any of this makes you look good, you sick fuck." She muttered.

"Maybe, maybe not. But you look good."

A moment of silence passed as Phoebe's breath shuttered.

"In your tank top and your pajama shorts. Are you wearing them for Chad? Because that wouldn't be very good on your part, after all he is a taken man Phoebe."

Phoebe hung up the phone immediately.

"Fuck." She whispered as she ran to the front door to ensure that it was locked. Her phone rang again, she waited a moment before answering it.

"It's rude to hang up on someone."

"Yeah, well I'm not really in the mood to listen to someone try to scare me." She said.

"Well I'm in the mood to gut you, you fucking bitch!"

"Now let's see, should I stick it in your stomach like your mother, or your neck like your brother?"

"Fuck you." Phoebe seethed, but a bang could be heard from the back of the house.

She hung up the phone as she texted Mindy.

Phoebe: Don't come home, call the police now.

The moment she sent text, she felt a burning sensation on her arm as a knife sliced it open.

"Shit" Phoebe shouted as she grabbed her arm and backed away from him.

She ran towards the living room as she saw him cut through the other side of the wall to living room as well. She stood behind the couch trying to figure out a way to get out of the house, she had sort of just trapped herself, ghostface was in between the door and her. She made a run for the other side of the house, but before she knew it arms were being wrapped around her body and pulling her body harshly into theirs as a knife was plunged into her thigh.

She let out a scream at the pain as she was shoved onto the ground, her chin collided with the floor. She then lifted herself up and started to scoot away but she was grabbed and flipped over on her back and she looked up at the white mask.

"Fuck you." Phoebe seethed as she went to take the mask off, but her wrist was grabbed harshly.

In the next moment, it all happened so fast, but ghostface was on the floor next to her as Mindy stood over her body.

"Phoebe, are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, yeah." Phoebe said frantically.

"Stay here." Mindy said as she got up to follow the cloaked figure who had took off, next thing she knew Chad was rushing to her side.

"Phoebe? Are you okay? What happened?" He asked.

"My leg, that's all." She managed to get out, he placed his hands around the girls thigh to try and apply pressure to stop the bleeding.

"Mindy!" Chad shouted in a deep guttural shout.

"Fuck." He muttered under his breath, and Phoebe only stared up at the ceiling to keep herself from passing out.