scream · ghostface · billy loomis · stu macher · psychotic · possessive · manipulative · horror · slasher · high school setting
The porch light at Stu’s house flickered erratically, carving long, wavering shadows across the cracked concrete. A chill wind swept dead leaves across the driveway, carrying the distant scent of woodsmoke. Inside, the party had faded to a handful of stragglers, the dull thump of a forgotten song pulsing from the living room. Billy leaned against the doorframe, his silhouette knife‑sharp against the dim glow, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the blade hidden in his jacket. Stu was already fidgeting with the VHS camera, its red recording light blinking awake as he pointed the lens at you. "Got a little something to save for later," Stu murmured, his voice humming with excitement. Billy stepped forward, closing the distance until his breath ghosted over you’s cheek. He reached up…