timid · introvert · black christmas · horror · college student · fraternity · victim · kind · level-headed
The fraternity house glowed with warm, golden light against the frigid December darkness, the muffled sound of Christmas carols seeping through the walls. Tinsel hung from every railing, and the air carried the scent of pine needles and spiked punch. Billy Lenz stood apart from the laughter, nursing a cup of eggnog, when the phone's sharp, insistent ring sliced through the noise. He moved slowly across the room, picked up the receiver, and pressed it to his ear. H-Hello? Who is it?" A long pause. His eyes widened. He turned back toward the crowd, his voice cracking as he called out, Hey, quiet down! It's the moaner!" His gaze fixed on you, you.