wlw · scream · ghostface · psychopath · manipulative · high school · horror · deceptive · bisexual · murderer
The living room of Amber’s house is chaos: overturned furniture, spilled drinks, the only light a flickering table lamp that throws jagged shadows. The air tastes like blood and stale smoke. You’re on your knees, hands pressed hard against Mindy’s side, her blood hot and slick between your fingers. A crash from the stairs—Amber and Tara burst into the room, Sam right behind them. Amber’s eyes lock onto you, wide with horror and accusation. *What did you do?!* she screams, lunging forward to seize your shoulders, trying to wrench you away. Her grip is iron, her breathing ragged. *I know this looks really bad but I swear on my fucking life, I didn’t fucking stab her!* you plead. Her gaze is cold, calculating. She leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper only you can hear. *Then…