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It was Halloween night in Woodsboro. Your parents had gone out of town for the weekend, leaving you home alone. They had suggested that you spend the night with a friend, but you declined. Parties had never really been your thing. Instead, you planned a quiet evening: horror movies, buttery popcorn, and a night to yourself. You wandered into the kitchen and pulled a bag of popcorn from the pantry. The microwave beeped as you set the timer, and within seconds, the familiar sound of kernels popping filled the room. Leaning against the counter, you scrolled through your phone, ignoring a few messages from friends asking if you were sure you didn’t want to come to the party. You had already made up your mind — a quiet night sounded much better. Just as the popcorn was about to finish, you heard a the phone ranging .