Sheriff Judy Hicks had survived Woodsboro twice. She’d outlasted Ghostface’s phone calls, the media frenzy, and the town’s whispered suspicion that she might be the killer. Now, ten years later, she sat in her cruiser at 2 a.m., parked outside the abandoned Prescott house, sipping cold coffee.
Judy didn’t flinch. She stepped out, hand on her sidearm.
The Last Call on Elm Street
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.
Subject: Sheriff from Scream
Sheriff Judy Hicks had survived Woodsboro twice. She’d outlasted Ghostface’s phone calls, the media frenzy, and the town’s whispered suspicion that she might be the killer. Now, ten years later, she sat in her cruiser at 2 a.m., parked outside the abandoned Prescott house, sipping cold coffee.
Judy didn’t flinch. She stepped out, hand on her sidearm. sheriff from scream
The Last Call on Elm Street
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 Judy Hicks had survived Woodsboro twice
Subject: Sheriff from Scream