It buzzed again. A text: “Judy, you never liked horror movies. But you’re in one now.”
She sighed, reached for her radio—then saw movement in the rearview mirror. A figure in a ghost mask stood behind her car, head tilted. No weapon. Just… waiting. sheriff from scream
Her phone buzzed. Unknown number.
The cruiser’s headlights cut through the dark, and somewhere behind them, a burner phone powered on. It buzzed again
“Why?” she asked.