This is a HSM Horror fanfic I’m working on, and I think it will go really well, if i do it properly, so I hope you like it.

This story is dedicated to someone who writes Sim Stories, he does some of the best ones I’ve read! So anyway, he did this story about a TV Star being terrorized and that gave me inspiration to write this.

WARNING: Before you read, I just want you to know that there is a bit of swearing in this story, and later on there will possibly be violence and death with gory details. It's not bad enough for 'M', so I've rated this tory 'T'.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own this work of art my friend . . . do YOU?

It’s one of the most exciting days of the year, because East High held a special Hallow’s Eve Party. Taylor, Chad, Troy and Gabriella were definitely excited as they entered the Gym, where the party was being held.

The gym had decorations and party lights everywhere, and scary pictures on the walls, and everyone was completely hyped, getting into the mood..

“Alright!” yelled Chad over the music. “Let the party begin!”

And the people near them roared ‘Wildcats’ in reply to Chad, and the people far away from them yelled because everyone else was. Soon it was loud enough to give anyone a headache!

But as they were walking in . . . someone was watching them.

Close. Examining their every move.

That person was . . . Sharpay.

“Ryan, they’re here.” She said to her brother, nodding to the direction they were in.

Troy looks particularly hot tonight, she thought with a smirk, but that smirk was wiped off when Troy kissed Gabriella, who returned the gesture eagerly.

Then Sharpay turned her gaze to Chad, who was sweet talking Taylor. She looked away, swallowing.

“Ryan . . . I don’t know what to do. It’s just . . . okay, so everyone knows me, so I’m liked and looked up to . . . a star. I don’t want people to think I’m cold-hearted. I want to be liked, Ryan.” Sharpay said quietly, and Ryan replied absent-mindedly,

“Shar, how many times have I said, just be yourself.” He was looking at Kelsi, who was laughing with Gabriella.

“That is the crappiest piece of advice I’ve ever had!” Sharpay said angrily, and stormed outside.

…HSM…

Taking in the fresh air, Sharpay breathed deeply. Why is it she turned out like this? She didn’t just want admirers . . . she wanted friends too. Her only friend was . . . did she even know that?

Behind her, there was a series of footsteps, and Sharpay turned around. It was only Chad.

“What do you want, Chad?” she sighed, her heart beating louder than usual. Shut up! She told it.

“Just some air,” he sighed back at her, stuffing his hand in his pockets. “Sometimes all the crowds and music and crap get too much.”

A light breeze floated by, and ruffled his puffy hair, as they stood outside, alone. “What’s up?”

“Why do you care?” said Sharpay quietly, turning away to look at the stars.

“Why did you call me Chad instead of Danforth?”

“Oh, I don’t know . . . it’s a new thing I’m trying, where I make friends instead of enemies and admirers. Ryan and Martha managed to turn their relationship around, and they hated each other before. Now they’re great friends; it they can do it, why not us?”

“We haven’t got a bad relationship anyway. You have friends anyway, it’s . . .” Chad trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“Chad, if you think for a second that I don’t know the shit you say about me behind my back, then you’re just stupid. Stuff like ‘Ohhhh Sharpay this’ and ‘Ooooh Sharpay that’. Maybe it’s a cool thing between you guys that I just can’t get . . .”

Sharpay took a breath and half-closed her eyes. She wasn’t supposed to say that. Oh well, no going back now.

“Sharpay, you can’t seriously think I-”

“Forget it. Just forget I said anything. I’m going home. Go back to the party, Chad. Taylor is probably looking for you. And if you see Ryan . . . tell him not to bring anyone home.”

Sharpay flung her scarf over her shoulder, Ms Darbus style, and left quickly. Why was everything so difficult? She just wanted to be appreciated for who she was. She was nuts if she thought Chad could do something like that.

…HSM…

Home alone. She was curled up on the sofa in her room, watching a soppy romance movie, because she didn’t know what else to do. All of her friends were at the party. Next to her were her cell phone, a cup of hot chocolate and a packet of crisps.

Sharpay lived in a big house. It was beautiful and bright in the day, but at night it felt a bit too big. Like . . .

Like it was full of places to hide.

The movie got to the part where the girl (called Rose) thinks the guy (called Dave) is cheating on her, and leaves him. Then Rose is sitting at home and the phone starts to ring. Sharpay knew it was Dave calling.

“Go on . . .” whispered Sharpay, as Rose eyed the phone nervously. Rose looked away again.

“Pick it up, Rose . . .” Rose stood up, looking at her cell phone. She looked around, lost and helpless, as Sharpay began to get more agitated.

“Pick it up . . .” urged Sharpay to the TV, and Rose stepped nearer. She reached out her hand, and then withdrew it.

“Pick up the phone!” Sharpay screamed, when all of a sudden, the TV flickered and turned off. At the same moment, her own cell . . . had started to ring.

Sharpay looked at the screen. ‘Anonymous’ it read.

Probably Ryan calling from a payphone or something.

Or it could be a stranger calling the wrong number. Yes probably that, Ryan had his cell anyway.

“Hello?” she said casually.

“Hello Sharpay.” Sharpay took the phone from her ear to look at it weirdly. Who the hell was that? The voice was metallic and cold, deep and almost comical at the same time. Definitely a male voice.

“Who is this?” She asked.

“Anonymous. But you can call me whatever you want. How about Joe? Or Bob?”

“Is this a prank caller? Who the hell is this?” frowned Sharpay. Maybe the prankster was a guy from East high? The voice started to laugh.

“I told you, I am anonymous. But Sharpay . . . tell me . . . is the front door locked?”

Sharpay went cold all over, and a shiver ran down her spine. The voice had lost the comical side to it, now it was just metallic and cold and deep. It was really scaring her. She didn’t know what to do. But the voice went on,

“What about the back door? Or the balcony door? Windows? My sweet, I can be anywhere . . .”

It was too much. Sharpay dropped the phone, not bothering to hang up, and ran downstairs, grabbing her keys on the way.

She locked the front and back door, and then ran back upstairs to lock the balcony door.

Shivering, she sat back down on the sofa, turning on the TV. With a jolt, she remembered the other thing the man had said.

Windows.

Jumping up, she was about to check them, when a sharp rap was heard coming from the front door.

Sharpay tried to calm herself, but her heart was beating so fast and loud, it felt like it was pounding in her head. She began to feel dizzy.

But what if it’s the caller? Oh jeez, oh hell, what do I do? panicked Sharpay in her head.

“Shar! Open up, I’ve lost my keys!” yelled Ryan. I shouldn’t be such a scaredy-cat, she thought, sighing in relief. Quickly, she unlocked the door and opened it.

A stream of people rushed in, Troy, Zeke, Gabriella, Jason and Martha. Ryan looked sheepishly at his sister.

“Sorry . . . I didn’t mean to bring them home . . . I couldn’t say no . . .”

“Ryan . . . you’re a genius.” smiled Sharpay, glad that she had company, taken aback, Ryan gave a sheepish smile. Sharpay wondered what was up with him and looking like a sheep today. Apparently, Kelsi, Taylor and Chad stayed at the party.

“But we’re gonna have our own party!” Troy yelled, slurring his words a little, and everyone cheered. Sharpay suspected that they had a bit too much to drink, but it’s not like East High would supply alcohol.

What’s happened to them? Sharpay frowned. The phone started to ring, and Ryan grabbed it.

“Yuh? I think so . . . uh . . . who’s this agun? You wunna speak to – gimmie a sec. SHAAAAAAAAAAR! It’s for yooooooooooou! I think its Daaaaaaaaaaaaad!”

“Thank you and SHUT UP!” Sharpay shrilled, as she held the phone to her ear. “Hi Dad! When are you coming home?” said Sharpay, trying to make her voice sound cheerful.

“Well I’m not your father, but I can come to your house, if you want.” came that cold, cold voice.

“Stop calling this number! Who the fuck is this?” Sharpay shouted down the phone. The speaker gave a sigh.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Maybe we should just settle with Bob, to get you comfortable. You’ll be hearing a lot more from me, honey.”

Sharpay slammed the phone down on the receiver (A.N. Is that what it’s called?) and hugged herself tightly. She found her cell and turned it off. These pranksters would stop soon, she was sure of it.

For the rest of the evening, she watched the others having loads of fun . . . while she kept an eye on the phone.

What do you think? More or Bore?

Mzdarkstar x x x