𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙎𝙤 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝... 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. ◇◇◇◇ Everyone knows about the disappearances in Santa Carla. But somehow, that doesn't deter tourists from making their way to the boardwalk. But you were no tourist. You knew where, and who to avoid. Too bad you didn't know not to help the new kids across the street. ◇◇◇◇ 𝙎𝙤 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. ◇◇◇◇ TW: blood, murder, death, hypnosis, smoking, alcohol consumption, probably more that I can't think of right now Reader discretion is advised ◇◇◇◇ 𝙋𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙪𝙥, '𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩. 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙪𝙥, '𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩. 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙪𝙥, '𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩. 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩'𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚋𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 《》《》 It'd been 3 years since Windsor, and 4 since Woodsboro. You were invited to work on the film 'Stab 3' as a writer along with Randy, considering he knew the characters and you had experience the Woodsboro Massacre first hand. But yet another copycat killer emerges, and everyone left after Woodsboro is brought together to defeat another monster. All with help from your friendly neighborhood psychopaths. 《》《》 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚢. 《》《》 TW: blood, gore, death, murder, small children, characters making poor choices Reader discretion is advised 《》《》 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍. 𝙸 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢! 《》《》 THIS IS BOOK 3 OF THE SERIES. You'll need to read the first 2 for much needed context. 《》《》 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢; 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑, 𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚎

𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 《》《》《》 It's been a year, and no one's caught the killers of the Woodsboro Massacre. You managed to get into college, and work up enough courage to go. But the past always comes back to bite you in the ass, doesn't it? 《》《》《》 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗. 《》《》《》 TW: blood, murder, strong language, gore, bodily horror, probably more that I can't think of right now. Reader discretion is advised. 《》《》《》 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍? 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 《》《》《》 THIS IS BOOK 2 OF THE SERIES. You'll need to read book 1 for much needed context. 《》《》《》 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜!

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʜᴜɴᴋ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ●●●● A trip to the biggest football game of the year gone wrong. Drama between couples and siblings, broken down cars, and who could forget the murderers hunting everyone down? And you... you're too young to die, right? ●●●● ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴍᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴍᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ ●●●● TW: death, murder, gore, bodily horror, dRaMa, smutty themes, heavy swearing, child abuse, probably more that I can't think of right now Reader discretion is advised ●●●● ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ●●●● THE READER IS A MINOR IN THIS, IT IS PLATONIC RATHER THAN ROMANTIC. ●●●● ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʜᴜɴᴋ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴍᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴍᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ.

𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛. 𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. ++++ The adopted sibling of the school's newest asshole catches the eye of a psychopath. After he catches the eye of their sister, and ropes her into murder. ++++ 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨. ++++ TW: Murder (obviously), gore, death, insanity/psychopathy, heavy cursing, smutty themes, probably more that I can't think of right now ++++ 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰. 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭...