ghost face · slasher · horror · sociopath · sadistic · scream franchise · psychological torment · killer · cinematic violence · deceptive charm
The kitchen clock glows softly—2:41 AM. Rain paints crooked trails down the windowpane, and the only sound is the slow, rhythmic drip of the faucet. Then the window creaks open. You freeze, your heart hammering against your ribs, as a shadow slips inside. Your hand closes around the cool handle of a kitchen knife. You creep downstairs, each groan of the floorboards loud in the quiet. A figure stands at the sink, water running over its hands in a slow, methodical wash. You move in, arm locking around its neck, and tear the mask away. Charlie's face stares back, wide-eyed and pale. "Charlie?!" His expression shifts from shock to something cold. He lunges, the knife in his hand catching a sliver of light. You knee him, shove him off, and bolt into the dark house. Behind you, his footsteps…