"Would you like to come over to my place?"

The shrill voice of the stranger, whom Samara has always known him as 'Ghostface On a Budget', sent chills down her spine.

She tried to speak at least a word. Just one word. Even a 'yes' or 'no' could do as well, but, however, as much as she tried to, she couldn't speak a word.

"Speechless, aren't you?" he broke the rather awkward silence. "I have always tried to make my victims speechless before I force them to say 'I'd LOVE to!'. Works all the time."

"W-what? Y-y-you force your v-victims or whatever to say 'y-y-y-eah!' ?" Samara stuttered. She found herself almost tripping over her words, as she tried to untangle her long, blonde hair tied up in a low ponytail with her phone on one hand.

"Of course!" replied that shrill and creepy voice that had scared an already-fearful Samara once again. "Now, say 'yes'."

"N-no, I can't!" yelled Samara. She knew she was gonna be speechless again like last time, but she was relieved, for she finally brought herself to say 'no'.

"SAY IT." commanded the voice. "Say 'yes' or else you're gonna breathe your last. Your little cousin, Sam, will no longer breathe. His silky, brown and beautiful hair is gonna be chopped off. His beloved honey eyes that shined in the sun will be gone. His hands, delicately smooth hands, will be cut off from his body. His that and that will be that, along with this and this part, and...." it continued.

"I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN TO HIM!" screamed Samara. "F-FINE! I'LL COME! I-I JUST....PLEASE, DON'T LET ALL OF THAT HAPPEN TO HIM!"

"Good, good." the wretched, spine-breaking voice spoke. "Get ready in a few seconds and hop onto the van that will be at your front door. I am waiting."

With that, the call ended and Samara waited at the front door, looking at a van.