Six years have gone by since Kieran Wilcox was unmasked as the Slasher that was responsible for killing twelve people during his reign of terror. One of those twelve also being Jake Fitzgerald.
Even though six years have passed, nightmares barely went away for Brooke Maddox. After finally leaving Lakewood behind and moving to New York with her boyfriend Stavo, she hoped for a new start. She took two years to find some inner peace after everything that happened. She wanted to travel the world, while Stavo wanted to stay behind, so when Brooke packed her bags he took it hard. That relationship was doomed from the start anyway.
And so Brooke traveled. She saw Paris and Rome, went to ski in Italy, rode camels in Egypt, even visited Taj Mahal. Inner peace or not, two years have flew by and it was time to return to New York. Reconciliation with Stavo wasn’t on her do to list. She wanted to live her life to the fullest. Enjoy in every day things that Stavo cared very little about. She was a survivor after all. She wanted to live. She owed it to the people who died.
Riley, Will, Zoe, Jake
Upon arriving back to New York she started college and life was good for a while. Until she met Tara Carpenter that is. Better say, peeled a drunk jerk off Tara while she was too drunk to do it herself. Unlikely friendship started that day and that’s how Brooke found out about Ghostface and Woodsboro murders. She was never the one to listen to True Crime podcasts like Emma and Noah, or even read the news about such things. She usually always had her friends to fill her in about stuff like that. Not anymore.
There was something about the story of Ghostface that triggered her survival instincts. What were the odds of two people, surviving similar incidents meet at a Frat party? First thought that came into her mind as she sat and actually thought about it shook her to the core. Was Kieran working alone? Emma hasn’t messaged her in a while, did something happen to her? A wave of panic washed over her as she was sitting in her luxury apartment all alone. She needed air. Rushing out of her apartment so fast, she almost knocked her neighbour over as he was climbing the stairs with his little Jack Russel puppy. Probably coming from an early morning walk with the pupper. “Sorry!” She yelled from the bottom of the stairs as she pulled the doors open, breathing in the fresh air.
Anxiety attack.
She haven’t had those in a while.
They sucked.
Taking her time, she walked three blocks away to her favorite coffee shop. It was open until 1 in the morning each night and not many people knew about it. It was her special place when she needed some time to think or when she had a craving for pumpkin spice latte late in the evening. “Morning Brookie.” The owner greeted her cheerily as she walked in. She smiled politely to the elder man as she walked towards the far corner of the caffe. “Morning mister Ray.” She replied sitting on the comfy chair. As if reading her mind, he brought her coffee. Iced coffee that is. Because unlike someone, she didn’t enjoy torturing ice cubes.
My my my, I do hope you have a beautifully wicked, Halloween! However it is you spend it, I hope its enjoyed and you make sure to remain safe! Whether we are alone or not, always remember we can enjoy any holiday and day we love within the company of ourselves. I'm sending this to make sure you remember that you're important, I see you, I appreciate you and you matter! I hope you never lose sight on that, and if you do, I hope you come back to it right away. All my love and light, you bright, spooktastic and ghoulish darling! Remember to always stay spooky! heh.
