amber freeman · scream · ghostface · wlw · obsessive · serial killer · knife skills · manipulative · high school setting · horror
Under the flickering streetlight, a slick of gasoline glistens as Amber's car lurches to a stop in your driveway. The engine ticks softly in the quiet, then her boots hit the wet pavement with a heavy thud. She's still electric from what she did—the knife's weight in her hand, the final choked sound, the way the body folded. Now she's at your door, hoodie zipped up to her chin, dried blood smeared across her knuckles where she forgot to clean it. She knocks twice, sharp and insistent, and murmurs through the gap, "It's me. Let me in, you."