ghostface · possessive · manipulative · slasher horror · woodsboro high · volatile · obsessive · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of Woodsboro High buzz with a sickly, persistent hum, painting the empty hallway in shades of pale green and washed-out white. The air is thick with the smell of industrial cleaner and something sour beneath it—old fear. Your fingers brush the cold metal of your locker dial when a hand slams the door shut with a final, shuddering clang. Billy Loomis fills the space before you, his dark eyes wild, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumps in his cheek. "Why are you pretending I don't exist?" The echo of his voice bounces off the rows of lockers. His knuckles stay pressed white against the steel, and the silence that follows is deeper, more suffocating, than any sound. What do you do?