#Jill morris

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Andrea Roth as Jill Morris in Criminal Minds | 03×13: Limelight

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I really wish they’d brought Agent Jill Morris back for another episode, either to have had her learn that being the next David Rossi sucks, or to have her be a hindrance again. Because she was bitchy and driven in a way that was fun to watch. Like yeah girlboss, make that poor decision to be in denial about how you were a victim and your friend died so you can do an ill advised press conference. Your hair looks great.

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THE HAUNTING LODGE (2023) Paranormal activity mockumentary - trailer

‘It’s hunting season’ The Haunting Lodge is a 2023 American mockumentary horror film about a married couple and a medium investigating paranormal activity at a rural property. Directed by editor Vera Whelpton and cinemographer Kendall Whelpton (The House in Between and The House in Between 2; The Sleepless Unrest: The Real Conjuring Home). Features psychic medium Jill Morris and paranormal…

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ghostface always doing something

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my favourite scream friend group fr

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My three favorites characters from all "Scream" films

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continuity photos of (some of) the women of “scream 4” (2011)

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The Disciple |1|

Pairing: Jill Roberts x Male Reader

Summary: In which Jill didn't have Charlie, but her exact definition of the ideal Ghostface partner she found in Cinema Club. But will she kill him for her alibi, or stop herself at the end of the road?

Warning(s): Casual Swearing, Teens Drinking

Word Count: 3k+

It was the night for the Stab-A-Thon once again at Woodsboro, with this annual's event taking place at an old mill that was eventually left to rot after it's purpose dried up, pun intended, giving it a haunted crime scene-like-vibe, perfect for a horror movie event. Like always, it was hosted by Charlie Walker, the leader of the Cinema Club, and his two pawns, Robbie Mercer and Y/N L/N. The three of them stand in the back as they watch their guests enjoy the movies, currently at Stab 2 so far.

"And so, that's how Jason Voorhees easily survived and kicked Freddy Kreuger's ass, simple math." Robbie Mercer finishes his pitch about the ending of Freddy vs Jason, the movie from about eight years ago that is still talked about to this day because, well.... why wouldn't it be? "Freddy was in the real world, trying to kill Jason when he couldn't even do it in his own dreamscape."

"That's because Ronny Yu clearly had a boner for the undead Micheal Myers rip-off." Y/N retorts with a small scoff as he finishes this third can of beer, having been drinking to no ends because he's still been on a conflicted run with his crush who already had a boyfriend. Yup, he's one of those people. "If that first fight had actual common sense, Freddy would've realized that all he needed to do was tear off all of Jason's limbs and make him wake back up with no arms or legs. Bam, movie over."

"Wow, the fact that the two of you haven't tried debating all of our guests under the table at this point is mind-baffling." Charlie remarks with a small snort as he shakes his head. "It's a fucking horror movie about two horror icons fighting, with the only sin being that we never got the ending with Pinhead looking down at all of them during the end credits, or that Freddy vs Jason vs Ash was reduced to a comic issue. Pinhead, by the way, will kill them both blindfolded."

"I'm sorry, what?!" Y/N utters as the two right hands rapidly blink at Charlie. "You can't just bring a being with an unfair advantage like that into here. Besides, we all know that Pinhead would pose no threat to Jason once he realizes that there's no 'soul' to tear apart and crap."

The three keep going at it for as long as they can, constantly sipping on their red solo cups and idly watching the movies one by one when a familiar face eventually pass them.

"Hey there, losers." Kirby Reed's teasing voice chimes in, prompting them all to see her rolling in with a cup of her own, shaking it like it's an empty money jar. "Key advice, you might want to bring in some more booze and popcorn next time around, one of your three kegs is already empty."

"Well, as long as it keeps you around." Charlie is quick to reply with a salute of his own cup, causing Y/N and Robbie to share a look at how obvious he's being, for like, the millionth time. But secretly, Y/N knows he wouldn't have much room to talk, especially if the others knew how he felt about a girl.

Speaking of.....

"Hey, Kirby, have you seen Jill around?" Y/N asks the blonde before the two can engage in more queen and minion like banter that is supposed be called 'romantic' in this day and age or something. "I thought we sent them an invite as well."

Kirby snorts loudly in response to hearing that question. "You really think Jill would show up here? This isn't even Trevor Sheldon's scene, and that says a lot about him." She answers bluntly, causing Y/N to bitterly shake his head. "She doesn't even know that the movie is a franchise, and she lives here for irony's sake."

"Well tell her that she's missing out, especially Trevor for that matter." Y/N advises with a look that features a mix of disappointment masked with humor. Kirby simply smirks at him as if amused before walking off to use a make-shift bathroom or something as the three boys turn back to the screen. During which, Y/N takes a very strong gulp of his drink which ends up draining the cup, marking it as his forth beer today, and they're still at Stab 2.

"Hey, join the club, buddy." Charlie remarks as he pats Y/N on the back, only for him to realize the phrasing of his words. "Oh wait! You have! In both ways."

"Not helping man." Y/N mutters with a shake of his head as he looks down at his empty cup with only a droplet of the stuff he shouldn't be drinking yet, disappointed. He's going to be waking up with a hangover tomorrow, that's for certain.

"You know what? I think it's time that we all pact, starting right now." Robbie proposes as he steps closer and pulls both of them into a little hurdle or something, much to their confusion. "Before Senior Year, we vow that at least one of us will get lucky with a girl, sparking an incredible moment for geek history. We can't let our way of life be diminished and tarnished into being nothing but wannabe comic relief characters for slasher films, like that one guy in Freddy vs Jason who I've already forgotten the name of, but still ended up winning the black chick's heart." He declares, before smirking sheepishly at them. "I forgot her name too."

"For some reason, that feels more degrading that inspiring." Y/N comments while making a weird face, probably because Robbie just compared them to meat bag characters who barely even have a last name. "You could've have just used Ricky for your comparison?"

"Okay, stop, before you kill his bomb-ass speech." Charlie sarcastically requests with a look that shows that he's really just making fun of his best friend.

"Hey, screw you both, alright? This is important." Robbie persists with a seemingly serious face, but all it gets from the other two boys is a little bit of laughter. "Whatever, you guys know what I'm talking about." He says before stepping back and raising up his red solo cup. "To film geek history."

Charlie and Y/N share another look before coming to the conclusion that their pal isn't exactly wrong. Crushing on a girl for three years, soon to be four, will not only look bad on their culture, but curse the next High School generation with even more anxiety. The latter knows especially what it's like to have this feeling inside of him, and he'd rather die than have it be ignored.

Yes, a little over the top, but not for him.

"To film geek history." The rest of the geeks chant as they clink or whatever sound red solo cups make when they tap themselves against each other. They take another sip, except for Y/N, who goes to refill his beer.

Something tells him he's going to beat his old record of ten cups by the end of this marathon, if he doesn't empty the kegs by then.

Little did he know, fate was on his side the second that pact was made.

A few weeks later, Y/N was driving his car back to his place now that school was over. Summer break is beginning tomorrow, and he couldn't contain his excitement because it finally meant that he would be able to be the person he wants to be rather than the good boy who act to get his act together for the sake of a grade.

He was maybe pushing himself a little too fast to get to home as fast as possible, as he ended up getting the Sheriff's attention with his speed. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hey! Twenty-Five! Stay alive!" Dewey Riley barked at him loud enough that Y/N heard it.

"Oh shit!" Y/N utters as he frantically presses on his breaks to lower his millimeter, lowering his passenger window to shout back. "Sorry Sheriff!" He apologizes before putting his eyes back on the road, while the older man scoffs with a disappointed shake of his head.

"Kids...." Dewey mutters.

With a now smoother pace, Y/N kept himself in control as he continued down the roads of the suburbs at a more legal speed. The last thing he needs to do is to get on the kindest policeman's bad side by running into another car and getting the 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed' kind of pep talk from Dewey. One can only imagine how that would make them look.

As his eyes idly glances at the other houses containing most of his neighbor/fellow film geeks, he eventually notices one scene that strikes him as wrong.

He catches Jill Roberts marching out of a house that, if his address memory is correct, is not hers. Yes, he knows her street name/number as well, don't ask questions. The way she retreats out of the house as if she got forced out of it like in Red Alert gives him the clue that she has just learned something she regrets figuring out.

Still remembering the pact he once made with his Cinema Club friends, or maybe he just has a psychic's kind of intuition, he rolls up and stops in front of the sidewalk leading up to the house. Jill stops in her tracks when his vehicle suddenly appears right in front of her. "Hey, is someone being killed in there?" Y/N asks her jokingly with his passenger door still lowered.

Jill glances between him and the house, and instead of answering the question, she swiftly hops into the car without needing to ask for it to be unlocked. "Please, just get the fuck out of here." She pleads with a voice Y/N realizes is on the emotional side, letting out a small sniffle which indicates that she's currently on the edge of crying.

Taking the cue fairly easily, Y/N complies and rolls up his windows before driving away. Just before the house is out of sight though, he notices Trevor Sheldon frantically running out with a panicked face as if having planned to follow her and 'explain things' before she disappeared on him. A little follow up on his original comment, that is not his house either.

"What the heck happened back there?" Y/N couldn't help but ask the second they were at least a block away from that house, still keeping his eyes on the road, but glancing at Jill with a perplexed face. The second he saw that Jill was in distress, he couldn't help but feel angry earlier. That was probably why he was quick to pull up earlier.

"Trevor, that..... son of a bitch...." Jill, despite her emotional state, still answers for him in a way that indicates she really needs to vent this shit out before she unleashes whatever negative emotions she's feeling onto him. "He was sleeping with that.... that slut, Jenny!" She reveals with her hand over her face, clearly in the mood to use such a harsh word for another girl. "I fucking knew it. I followed that asshole and I caught those sons of...." She stops herself to hold in another sob threatening to break loose.

Jenny Randal, Y/N somewhat recognized that name. To be completely honest, he's not surprised that not only was it her that was the problem, but that Trevor ended up cheating. Something about him always seemed bored with the world, something that would make him take a risk like that for the sake of enjoyment. It's what made him stupid enough to get caught, Y/N reckons.

"Damn....." Y/N mutters as he lets out a small whistle. "I am.... I'm sorry to hear that."

"I just can't fucking believing it...." Jill seethes as she clenches a fist while looking out the window, as if worried how Y/N will see her if he catches at least one tear rolling down her cheek. "I..... he.... we had sex. He wanted it, and I fucking gave it to him, and this is the shit that he pulls?!" She curses up a storm as she is a few words away from shouting the car up.

Y/N meanwhile, grips the wheel a little bit tightly with both hands when he hears what she is saying. Trevor was her first? Are you fucking kidding? The fact that this was the outcome can't help but make him think that his might be a blessing in disguise, his calling sign. That may be selfish as fuck to believe, but when has he ever put his needs before others?

He's a slave to the devil, a slave to his emotions, and his lust.

"Wow, talk about a gut-wrenching plot twist." Y/N remarks out loud before his silence kills the mood, though that probably wasn't the best thing to say either. "Sorry...." He quickly apologizes to her with a guilty glance. "It's just.... you know, not cool."

"Yeah." Jill replies quietly as she rubs her forehead with one hand, which Y/N suspects is kind of her way of saying, 'no shit, sherlock, you want a lollipop for that?' After a few minutes, they finally come to their destination, one of theirs, at least. "Hey, this is...." Jill is about to point out her house, only for Y/N to already be parking his car in front of it before she could even get the first word out. "Thanks." She says in a slightly uneasy look, not sure how to take him knowing her house faster than she did.

"No problem." Y/N replies with a big smile, tapping on his wheel as he watches her get out with a face that's still able to hide her emotions inside. Or maybe.... they're slowly fading away with every passing second, knowing that tears aren't going to fix the obvious break-up that's about to happen via text message.

Oooh, that would be the icing on the cake. Breaking up with your cheater on the phone, the ultimate revenge that would most certainly fit the crime.

"Hey! Jill!" Y/N loudly calls out to her as he finds himself getting out of his car without thinking once again. Thankfully, Jill stops and turns around, blinking at his actions. "I know I already said this, but just to make it, um..... you know, feel genuine...." He walks towards her, but only in a platonic distance. "I'm really sorry this happened to you." He expresses to her, earnestly meaning it. To see her in pain makes him hurt, but in a.... third party, kind of way.

"Thanks, but.... I'll be fine." Jill promises him as she quickly wipes her eyes of any tears she feels is burning under her eyelids, understanding there's no use anymore in trying to hide them from him. "I guess I should've expected this, being Sidney Prescott's cousin. It makes sense that all anyone ever sees me as is a..... a real-life definition of a plot device."

"I don't think that way." Y/N is quick to retort, seeing her materialization as something much more important than that. And if there's any time to say it, now would be a good time, but more just to make her feel better. "Honestly, I see you more as the...... the main character everyone adores for ten decades or so." He tells her honestly, his film geek way of saying that she matters to him.

Jill giggles when he hears it, glancing down as if not expecting it. "Um.... thanks, Y/N." She replies with a seemingly quiet, blushing tone. Hearing her say his name laced with gratitude makes Y/N smile a bit, even if romantic body language is not the best time here.

She seems to notice it though, the way his smile is formed. The way his eyes stare at her as if she's a goddess that has been cursed with a sin that nobody should be tainted by. Her expression changes slightly as if gears start rolling in her mind. Y/N can't exactly comprehend what she's feeling, but it seems like a dark venomous cloud as whispered in her ear.

"I... I need to go, tell everyone what happened." Jill mentions as she nods towards her house, her eyes looking like they aren't in the mood to shed tears anymore. "But, um...." She bites her lip, taking a few steps closer towards him. Then, to his surprise, she slowly leans her face closer to his and softly kisses him. "I'll see you later."

She then walks away with a seemingly bright smile before she eventually enters her house and closes the door behind her. Y/N feels glued to the floor as he processes that action. His mind is practically shouting at himself with excitement, Jill Robers just fucking kissed him.

But he shouldn't be thinking that way. Jill just got hit with the most heart-breaking scene no girl should ever have witnessed. Giving a boy that kind of affection five minutes later is usually never possible.

Why did she just do that?

Meanwhile, as Jill enters her home, a twisted smile creeps up on her lips. She is not an idiot, she could see the glint in Y/N's eyes. She knows what he was after, what all guys are after. One could say she jumped a little too quickly to take advantage of it, but she's glad that she did. Already, her original thoughts of sorrow and pain are blending together into ideals of revenge.

She is not going to be remembered as the cousin of Sidney who got fucked and dumped just like she did, but with the difference of being tossed away like yesterday's newspaper. Oh, hell to the fucking no. She's fed up with horrible and depressing life, this hand that she's been delt. She's going to take some new cards, slide them under her sleeves, and make an entirely new script staring Jill Roberts' story.

She's going to make the world know her name, starting with her new toy. The only question now, is how she is going to pull that off. Hmm.... ideas... ideas. She has a lot of planning to do.

Good thing the summer will give her plenty of time to get on to it.

[the-osborn-way]

Happy early 13th anniversary to the (second) best Ghostface ever, Charlie Walker

In my personal opinion, he is one of the strongest Ghostfaces, especially for his age, able to lift Olivia Morris up over his head. That kill scene also earns him my Most Gruesome Kill award in the franchise so far.

A lot of people don't like him as much as Jill, but you have to admit that he did a damn good job in his role. He took most of the kills if you analyze the movie deep enough, he kept a calm and steady personality, and technically he succeeded in his plan until Jill decided she wanted fame all for herself. He was never caught by anyone either, revealing himself once he thought he could.

I just think he's a really cool guy and he makes me laugh through the entire film. He's definitely the reason I love it so much, wish I was Kirby or Jill so I could kiss him LOL

Jill and Charlie are definitely the best Ghostface duo since Billy and Stu.

Also Happy Anniversary to the film itself, Wes Craven's brilliant final work in this fantastic and iconic horror series. He will be missed.

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Shattered Unity

[Fragment One: I] [Fragment One: II]

Synopsis: Jill Roberts had everything, a perfect house, with a perfect family and a perfect little sister, who she cared for far more than she realised.

Pairings: Jill Roberts x Sister! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: nothing so far :) some sibling fluff

34 Elm Street epitomized the pinnacle of luxury in Woodsboro, an affluent community coveted by all. The neighborhood itself exuded an aura of safety, lined with sycamores and white picket fences. In the middle of it all stood the Roberts household, bustling with the loud sounds of a typical Monday morning.

Jill rolled over in her plush bed, pulling her pillow over her ears to block out the loud noise of her alarm. Letting out a deep groan, her arms fumbled around until they found the snooze button. Her eyelids fluttered shut again, aiming to steal a few more precious moments of sleep until a sudden crash echoed from downstairs.

"Sweetheart!" Her mother's voice reverberated through the house. "Are you okay?"

Jill could hear her little sister mumbling something in response, probably attempting to make herself breakfast. She always had this habit of striving for independence. Jill stretched, her long black hair cascading as she released it from the loose bun of the night before. Running her fingers through the tangles, she slipped into a pair of jeans and rummaged through her wardrobe in search of a shirt. As Jill swung her door open, the sound of small feet scampering up the stairs reached her ears. It seemed her sister had an uncanny sixth sense for detecting when Jill was awake.

"Jill!" Her little form came barreling around the corner, running toward Jill's feet. Her face lit up when she saw her sister. "I made you pancakes," she announced proudly. Jill laughed and asked if that was what the crash was. The little one hid her face in Jill's shirt, her speech muffled by the fabric. "I might have dropped the pan." Jill ruffled her hair before manoeuvring around her  to start going downstairs.

The kitchen bore the aftermath of a culinary hurricane—flour dusted every available surface, eggshells added a crunch underfoot, and a symphony of pots and bowls occupied the sink. Amidst this chaos sat a plate of hastily assembled pancakes, syrup awaiting its inevitable deployment. As Jill cautiously surveyed the scene, her foot met an unexpected puddle of milk, sending a shiver up her spine as the sock soaked up the liquid.

Suppressing a sigh, Jill turned her attention to her sister, ready to issue a gentle reprimand. However, before she could speak, (Y/n) beat her to it with a spirited declaration. "Don't worry, Jill! I'm cleaning it all up after I eat. I just wanted to make sure you had something to eat before Kirby picks you up." Her bright smile melted any lingering frustration, reminding Jill why (Y/n) was her undeniable soft spot.

"You're such a little troublemaker, (Y/n)," Jill joked, pulling off her damp sock. She walked to the kitchen table, grabbing a few pancakes to smother in syrup. (Y/n) climbed onto the stool beside her big sister, looking at her intently. "Speaking of Kirby, do you think I can say hi when she comes to pick you up? I want to show her the picture I drew of us three!" Jill looked over, shocked at her sister, talking with a mouthful of pancake. "You drew a picture of me?" (Y/n) corrected her, saying it was all three of them together, but Jill's mind was elsewhere. All (Y/n) ever drew was puppies and rainbows—childish things. Never had Jill seen her draw a person, never mind her.

Jill's fork hovered mid-air, laden with syrup-soaked pancake, as she stared at (Y/n) with wide eyes. The surprise etched across her face deepened, a mix of disbelief and genuine awe. For a moment, she was caught in the realization that her little sister had moved beyond the realm of fluffy animals and sunny scenes, venturing into something far more personal.

"You drew a picture of me?" Jill repeated, as if the words needed confirmation. The syrup dripped slowly back onto the plate, forgotten in her slackened grip. (Y/n)'s innocent nod was met with an almost incredulous smile from Jill, as if the simple act of portraying her in a drawing was a revelation.

"(Y/n), that's... incredible," Jill finally managed, her tone carrying a mix of surprise and warmth. The thought that her sister had chosen to illustrate her, amid all the subjects she could have picked, lingered in the air like a sweet revelation.

"I'll show it to you!" (Y/n)'s syrup-sticky hands seized Jill's, leading her in an eager ascent up the stairs, their footsteps an echo of shared laughter. The little haven at the top, (Y/n)'s room, painted in every shade of pink. It was a sanctuary of innocence, adorned with unicorns, magical creatures, and the captured moments of their life.

The walls told stories in crayon and glitter drawings, tales of a childhood untainted by the complexities of the world beyond. Pictures of Jill and (Y/n), frozen in time, grinned back at them. Jill couldn't help but notice the subtle nostalgia woven into the room, a familiar echo of her own youth. The glow-in-the-dark stars overhead seemed to promise dreams as pure and boundless as the universe itself.

Most of the toys strewn across the floor were remnants of Jill's childhood, a nostalgic scatter of innocence now usurped by time. Yet, what tugged at Jill's heartstrings most was the teddy bear lying on the bed, a mirror image of the one resting in her own room. (Y/n) never ventured anywhere without that bear. It was a shared relic, a testament to a bond forged in the simplicity of happier times.

As Jill sank into memories, the room became a vessel of echoes. Most vivid was the recollection of a day long past, a shopping trip with her father to find the perfect gift for baby (Y/n). The brown bear, soft and fluffy, had captured Jill's heart. She pleaded with her father to let her have one too. That day marked the last fragment of happiness she could recall with him.

A small shake brought Jill back to the present. She found herself gently pushed to sit on the edge of the bed. (Y/n) darted to the desk by the door, the chaotic rustle of pages scattering in her wake. Amidst the flurry, a small sound of excitement at her discovery. (Y/n) rushed back, concealing a page behind her back, anticipation dancing in her eyes.

Jill was presented with a page, a kaleidoscope of waxy stripes in every imaginable color. Amidst the vibrant chaos, three figures took center stage. Two of them stood at a similar height, towering protectively over a smaller figure nestled between them. A soft smile graced Jill's lips as she looked at her younger sister, who returned the gaze with anticipation sparkling in her eyes.

Gently, Jill pulled (Y/n) into her arms, the paper the only barrier between then. She whispered softly in her sister's ear, "Kirby's going to love this."

Kirby's car rushed into the driveway of the Roberts household, letting out a loud beep that echoed in the quiet neighborhood. As Jill stepped onto the front porch, the car's blaring music masked the sounds around them.

"Before you get in the car, you need to promise not to kill me!" Kirby shouted over the music, quickly turning it off as Jill approached.

"Why?" Jill asked, walking closer to the passenger door, while her sister eagerly ran toward the car. "What did you do?"

"Trevor called me last night," Kirby explained, and Jill's face twisted in disgust. "Why is he calling you?" She leaned down, poking her head through the car window, while (Y/n) stood on her tiptoes to get Kirby's attention.

"Because you won't take his calls, he knows I have you here and he wants to know," Kirby said. Jill opened the door with a roll of her eyes, and Kirby shifted her focus to (Y/n), greeting her with a warm, "Hi pumpkin!"

Ignoring Kirby's attempt to divert the conversation, Jill pressed, "Know what?" Kirby's eyes darted away from (Y/n), who stood eagerly waiting to share something. "How upset you are." She finished.

Olivia hopped into the backseat of the car, engaging Jill in conversation about Trevor. While they chatted, Kirby shifted her attention to the younger Roberts sister, who stood patiently at the door. With an exuberant greeting, she handed Kirby a piece of paper, saying, "I drew this for you!" Kirby smiled at the young girl, touched by the fact that her best friend's younger sister cared enough to create a drawing. "It’s me, you, and Jill," she explained, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

"It’s amazing, (Y/n)!" Kirby examined the drawing carefully before placing it on the dashboard. "When I get home from school, it’s going straight up on my refrigerator," she promised with a smile. (Y/n) beamed at this news. Kirby glanced at the time; if they didn’t leave now, they’d be late. “We have to go, pumpkin. Have a good day at school!” she called out as she watched (Y/n) run back into the house, waving back to the girls as she did and Jill shut the car door.

Olivia rolled her eyes from the back seat, letting out a scoff. She had something against Jill’s sister ever since she accidentally broke her cell two years ago. Olivia opened her mouth to state something when Jill quickly turned to face her, her stare cold and harsh, quickly shutting Olivia up. She huffed, “I wasn’t going to say anything about your sister!” Her arms raised in the air in defense.

Jill let a small smirk grace her lips; she could see Olivia was lying. “Really!” She turned back to the front, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. Jill wanted to see what kind of stupid story Olivia would attempt to create to dig herself out of the hole she made. “What was it you were going to say?”

Olivia stumbled over her words, desperately trying to come up with a story that would fit, but she couldn’t. “Fine!” She bowed her head in defeat. “But it’s not a crime to dislike your sister; she's just so...” She trailed off, seeing Jill's glare. “Clingy.”

The pulsating beat of a song jolted all three girls from their conversation. Jill's cellphone buzzed near her feet, prompting her to fish it out of her bag. As Olivia grumbled about the ringtone, Jill examined the caller ID.

"Why is Jenny Randall calling me?"

Both Kirby and Olivia shrugged, as Jenny wasn't someone they interacted with frequently.

"I don't know. I don't like Jenny Randall. She threw up on me at Tony Marshall's luau," Olivia interjected. Kirby rolled her eyes, and as Jill answered the phone, "That luau was freshman year!" Kirby turned to Olivia, who threw up her hands, “I didn't say my anger was rational!"

Both girls redirected their attention to Jill upon hearing her asking about the caller. Kirby returned her focus to the road, stealing glances at Jill's now irritated expression. "What does she want?" Jill ignored her friend's question, continuing to reprimand the mysterious caller. "Where’s Jenny?" Confusion deepened on the faces of Kirby and Olivia. Was Jenny Randall attempting to prank call Jill? Jill lowered the volume of the car's music. "Who is this?"

Kirby listened intently to the voice on the other end. It resonated deep and rough, like gravel on the highway. Certainly not Jenny Randall. Panic crept over Jill's face as she abruptly declared, “I’m hanging up.”

After a brief pause, Jill turned to her friends. "That was so weird. I just got a prank call from Jenny Randall." Olivia promptly interrupted with her own story, but Jill remained silent, appearing uninterested. "Jenny Randall is weird. Her and her little Marnie the Carny friend are freaks!" Glancing at Jill, who sat somewhat diminished in her seat and gazing out the window, Kirby sensed Jill might be anxious about her sister after such a peculiar call. Olivia continued to ramble on, it was very clearly not helping Jill. Kirby sighed before trying to reassure Jill.

"It's massacre week. People go looney, remember?"

[charliewalkersgf]

thank u kevin williamson for creating my favourite scream friend group <33

[hannamarins]

scream rewatch in anticipation for the new movie [30/?]

                    🔪 scream 4 (2011)

[lgbtqreads]

Most Anticipated LGBTQ+ Young Adult Fiction: July-December 2024

A Darker Mischief by Derek Milman (July 2nd) When Cal Ware wins a scholarship to an elite New England boarding school, he’s thrilled to leave his past behind. Back home in Mississippi, he was the poor, queer kid who never fit in. But at Essex Academy, he’ll be able to reinvent himself. Or so he hopes… But at Essex, Cal’s classmates only see his cheap clothes and old iPhone. They mock his accent,…

[xxxninjaxxx23]

A journey towards redemption

Jill’s unsuccessful moment in becoming the new final girl has resulted in her death. Now offered a second chance, she must face her demons and earn her freedom at a chance of a new life.

Born again (October 11th 2011 12:30 AM)

Dewey rubbed the bump on his head as he went to go check on Gale “She was standing right behind me.”

“They always are” was the last thing Jill heard before being shot clean in the chest.

‘No, No! Not like this….how did she even hear me? Th-this can’t be how it ends? I was so close!’

Jill felt her eyes getting heavy and her breathing slowly weakened as she collapsed into complete darkness. 

Sidney checked Jill’s pulse, making sure she was dead “Well I guess that’s it then. What do you want to do with her Sid?” Dewey said.

(Jill’s pov) I felt some cold droplets land on my face, waking me up from my sleep. “Huh? Ok that’s weird…I got shot in the chest ‘probably where my heart is’ and I’m still alive all of a sudden?” Then I remembered. “Oh That’s right! Ghostface armor. Sidney didn’t shoot me in the head. Pretty stupid on her part, I thought she learned her lesson after the last five she fought. Can’t believe she made it this far.

“Oh whatever all I can say is, she better sleep with one eye open once I get out of this hospital. I’m gonna kill her then finish off Gale and her stupid husband.” I notice that the hospital is very dark and quiet. Hmph! Seems like they left me here but damn could they at least keep the lights on! I can’t even see two feet in front of me!

Shit. I need to hurry and get out of here. Dewey and Judy must have left to go get backup, why both left instead of one staying here is just beyond me. “Everyone is pretty much a moron in this town….where the hell is the light switch?!”

I groped the wall, feeling around for the switch until I hit a spot on the wall that lit up the room a bit. “Finally! Ok time to move Jill.” As my eyes adjusted to the light, I almost passed out again when I found out I wasn’t in the hospital

“What……the……FUCK?! What is this? I seriously have no other words for- ok I need to find the exit.” I walk around trying to find something that resembles a door and as I did, the floor started to make noise when you walk into a puddle.

I hate to do this but “Hello? Dewey…..Gale? Anybody?!” I said, looking around.

Still looking for the door, I call out a few more times but still no answers. I’m starting to get really freaked out here “Ok guys stop it! Enough with the silent treatment, just arrest me and be done with it. Sick fuckers, just show yourself! Do you hear me!!!! Look I surrender ok! There I said it...I SURRENDER!!!” I held out my hands, hoping someone would show up and put handcuffs on me.

(????? Later)

(Plays along with the dialogue)

I don’t even know how much time has passed but i think I’m stuck here for a while, can’t find a door and it’s this same picture everywhere I walk. There’s nothing here, nothing!

Feeling defeated, I sat down and hugged my knees, burying my face in them. I close my eyes but every time I did, I’m reminding of the things I’ve done.

‘I started to feel sick for putting on the mask and killing my friends, my mother just to replicate a stupid movie my spoiled bitch cousin somehow got famous for and….Charlie. The one who answered my request, carrying me to the finish line only for me to backstab him just to take all the credit.

I guess I know what it feels like to be truly alone now. Instead of just taking a step back and ignoring Sidney, enjoying the last year of my high school along with slapping some sense into Trevor, I end up shot and left for dead in this dark desolate place.

Even though Sidney and her friends survived, I doubt they want anything to do with me…then again it’s the same group that left me here to die. I deserve it though, I don’t need forgiveness from them or for anyone I hurt.

I look around for a bit “Come to think of it, where is Charlie? Is this hell or am I somewhere worse than that?” I felt my stomach rumble, great! Ever since I been planning that movie with Charlie, I haven’t had time to eat or drink anything.

“Well since there’s no food here, I guess I’ll just starve to death and end up back here again. Another thing to add to my everlasting punishment”

I shook my head and tried to find something “edible” or even close to that. As I touched the wall, my hand broke through “feels like water again, and not just the floor this time.”

I heard whispers behind me in the distance, causing me to whip my head around “Sidney? That you?”

The voice whispered again a bit louder, aside from all the mumbling I only made out a few words “Murderer” “Liar” “spoiled” “cruel” “waste of space” I rolled my eyes

“Hey I get it. Shut the fuck up already!” Then the voice turned into a high pitched screech which was enough for me to cover my ears and sprint out of there. As I was running, I felt a pair of hands shove me to the ground.

I picked myself

up to find my mother standing over me with the bloody knife and an evil grin

“Welcome home sweetie.” She said before being stabbed then gutted from behind by….Charlie! I stepped back a bit

“MOM!” Charlie turned in my direction and charged at me with the knife raised, luckily I found a gun on the floor at the last minute and shot him.

The gun disappears from my hand and so does Charlie. Unfortunately the voices didn’t and continued to whisper in my ears. ‘Sigh’ “Just shut up already! Jesus!” Then I felt a hand on my shoulder but I quickly shoved it away

“Whoa! Hey, take it easy cousin, it’s me.”

“S-Sidney?” I said not turning around.

Then I heard a scoff “Oh real mature! Do I sound like I have a feminine voice? Well except for my employers, such assholes they are.”

I rolled my eyes “Ok fine, you don’t have a girls voice but if you’re not Sidney then who are you?”

The person turned me around 

“Hello Jill”

(3rd pov)

Jill took a glance at the man who removed the ghostface mask “Um I’m going to ask again…who the hell are you? Another shitty ghostface killer?

Roman glared at his cousin in offense “First of all I am NOT shitty! Second, yes I was one of the Ghostface killers and a damn good one too. Unlike you kids who needed a partner to fall back on, I did all my work solo.

Also you got some nerve to be disrespecting me when all you did was sit on the sideline letting your boyfriend do all the work, then killing him as payment. What a disgrace to the mask.

“Dumbass! There’s always two killers, one makes the calls while the other sneaks in and goes for the kill. Thats how it’s always been with Ghostface.

Roman laughed, shaking his head “No sweetheart. Both killers shared the work 50/50. You didn’t even help Charlie most of the time. He carried you the whole way and you still lost.”

Jill rolled her eyes “Ok so what? At least I was smart enough to manipulate someone into doing my own bidding and disposing of him when I didn’t need him anymore. How dirty did you have to get your hands before you bit the dust?”

She then continued “I got my moment In the spotlight and would have gotten away with it because I’m hot and charismatic.”

Roman tossed the mask on the ground “I’m both of those things too and even so, did you really think you could successfully replicate Billy and Stu’s work while covering it up as the final girl/my sister? Your plan would have failed regardless from all the things your prints were on.”

Jill was stunned “sister?!” She studied him again and noticed his features looked a lot like Sidney’s. ‘If he’s Sidney’s brother that that means

“You-your Roman bridger.”

“The one and only” he said.

Jill nodded “Ok “Roman” since you’re the only one here. Do you mind telling me where I am and if I could get of out of here?”

Roman clicked his tongue “Sorry cousin…you see, you’re actually dead. Sidney shot you In the heart and your stuck down here in this void forever. Well-“

Jill freaked out, grabbing Roman by his shoulders and shook him “What?! No?! No this isn’t happening, this is not happening!” She started to sweat a lot and her breathing was becoming rapid. “You got to help me. Please help me!”

“JILL! Calm down and let me finish! Take a deep breath and have some dignity”

Jill managed to calm herself and took a few deep breaths before sitting criss crossed, eager of what Roman had to say.

(Roman’s pov) Alright, now that my psychotic child minded cousin has calmed down, time for me to do my job. “Here. Let me feel your forehead.”

Jill moved back as I extended my hand to her “Why? I don’t have a fever-“

“Just do it” I said.

“Alright alright….weirdo” Jill said but I ignored her comment and absorbed her thoughts with a touch of her forehead.

Jill kept here eyes closed but winced a little when she heard a whoosh 💨 Keeping my hand on Jill’s forehead, I see her deep thoughts and what really drove her to become Ghostface. “Mhm, just as I thought.”

“What?” Jill said, opening her eyes.

“Your thoughts, your regrets, Ghostface, I can read all of it. Actually I can SEE all of It.”

Jill stood up “I’m not sure if I believe that or weirded out by what you said. Actually I’ll go with both.”

Roman chuckled “The point is, I know how you REALLY feel. You never wanted to be Ghostface or enjoy your little “fame” that came with it.”

Jill opened her mouth but Roman shook his head “Jill….you hate yourself, you hate yourself for what you’ve done. You hate that my sister’s favoritism pushed you off to the side from your friends and mother.”

Roman tilted Jill’s chin up towards him “You hate that it’s eating you up inside and all you could do was let it.”

“Roman….I didn’t feel that way in the beginning. Why are you just telling me this now? What gave you this idea now?”

“You started to feel regret when your failed movie idea cost you everything. Your friends, Kate Roberts…..Trevor” Roman smirked at the last name.

Jill didn’t respond, instead she turned away.

“You can’t lie to yourself Jill. You miss them a lot and as for Trevor, seems like you still have feelings for him.”

Jill still didn’t respond.

“Jill….talk to me, we’re cousins and I want to help you with the little time I have left”

(Jill’s pov) 

Hearing that, had me turn around. I took a deep breath “it’s true….everything you said is true, especially with Trevor.” I swallowed a lump “But it’s so weird because he cheated on me yet these feeling for Trevor never went away.”

I shook my head “I guess that fucker still left an imprint on me.”

I felt a few tears coming on “Kirby and Olivia were there for me when that happened and my mom took us to go see that movie I was begging her to watch.

Even before Trevor, they’ve all done so much for me even if I didn’t give them anything in return.”

Roman reached his hand out “Jill.”

I pushed his hand aside “No Roman, don’t!

Then the floodgates opened “I get it. I should have never been Ghostface, I had no real reason to. God I had it all! I had friends, a loving mother who even though kept taking about Sidney, she made sure I never miss a meal…she kept me in a warm home too.”

Then came the voice cracks “The moment I put on the mask, I have destroyed, ruined, and killed everything I had and loved…..I have nothing now.”

(3rd pov)

Roman looked down at his cousin who now had her face buried into her hands, sobbing. He looked up for a moment

“What if I told you there was a way you could redeem yourself?”

Jill looked up “What? What do you mean?” She asked, rubbing her eyes.

Roman smiled “What I can offer you my dear cousin is a do-over. It will reverse everything that’s happened on the month of the murders. You will start from when you woke up in your bed, waiting for your friend to take you to school.”

Jill looked confused “Going back in time? Is that even possible?”

“Down here…..anything is possible Jill.”

Jill wiped the last of her tears away “Ok. If it’s possible….then I’ll do it, thank you. I won’t be Ghostface ever again and I’ll do whatever it takes to stop Charle, you can count on it.”

Roman fixed his robe up a bit “I hope you can. This is very dangerous and a huge risk. If Charlie kills you or you fail to stop the murder spree, you will die and this time wake up in a place 10x worse than hell and here.”

Jill felt her blood run cold but kept a calm posture

“Ok….i understand. I have to earn my redemption.”

(Roman’s pov)

I moved back a bit and snapped my fingers, which made a big mirror appear in front of us.

“Yes. This looks like an ordinary mirror but it’s actually a portal. In order for this to work, you need to find all the lost souls in this realm and send them back through this mirror, they’ll be able to go through it.”

“Wait what? Lost souls, Roman what are you-?”

“I’m talking about the victims you and your partner murdered. Because of your desperate need for unnecessary fame, their souls ended up here.”

Jill was taken back “B-but I thought they went to heaven!”

I pinched my forehead a bit “Unfortunately it doesn’t work that way Jill, it wasn’t even their time to go. You both ended up cutting their lives so short that they ended up here.”

(Jill’s pov)

I felt a pain in my stomach when I heard that. Damn, I didn’t know my victims got sent here. But I wasn’t really thinking about the consequences was I?

“Ok so the victims are all here and it’s my job to lead them back here?”

Roman nodded “Once you find all the lost souls, you can go through this portal yourself and the do-over will begin. You will be resurrecting the people you killed in the past as well, probably should have made that more clear but don’t forget that also includes…..ugh, Charlie.”

I nod “No one except you will remember everything that’s happened but you must do your best to keep them safe.” Roman said.

“Ok, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my friends and mother safe.”

Roman reached into his pocket the robe had and pulled out a flashlight. “It’s going to be dark out there, this will help you see what you couldn’t see before with your own eyes.”

I thanked Roman and took the flashlight. I turned it on to find a huge dark hallway that seemed endless in the distance. I was about to be on my way until I heard Roman’s voice call out

“Wait! I do have one more thing to tell you. Tread carefully on your path because

You are not alone down here.

To be continued

Music goes to Emil “Ace” Macko.

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