Scream Page #3

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THE PHONE RINGS.

She slides the popcorn from the stove, reaching for the phone.

CASEY:

Yes?

MAN:

I told you not to hang up on me.

CASEY:

What do you want?

MAN:

To talk.

CASEY:

Dial someone else, okay?

MAN:

You getting scared?

CASEY:

No-bored.

CLICK. She hangs up. The phone RINGS again. She grabs it.

CASEY:

Listen, a**hole...

MAN:

(deadly serious)

NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE B*TCH. IF

YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU

LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?

Total silence. He has gotten her full attention.

CASEY:

Is this some kind of a joke?

MAN:

More of a game, really.

Casey eyes the glass doors, then looks up the hallway to the

front doors... moving to it. It's unlocked. She bolts it.

CASEY:

I'm two seconds from calling the

police.

MAN:

They'd never make it in time.

Casey moves her face flush against the door, her eye looking

through the peephole.

ANGLE THROUGH PEEPHOLE.

A distorted view of the front porch. It is empty. She relaxes

a bit, relieved.

CASEY:

What do you want?

MAN:

(pure evil)

TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE.

Casey's jaw drops as total fear storms her face. She hangs

up the phone, throwing it down on a side table when...

THE DOORBELL CHIMES.

Casey leaps out of her skin. She turns to the door as it

chimes again.

CASEY:

(calling out)

Who's there?

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