ghostface · serial killer · psychopath · halloween · horror · violent · dangerous · bisexual · thriller
The Halloween party downstairs had been a chaos of pounding bass and strobe lights, but now an absolute silence hangs in the air. The wooden stairs groan under your careful steps as you descend; the atmosphere is dense with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Crimson smears paint the walls in violent arcs, slick the floorboards, and stain the abandoned furniture. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness behind you. You whirl around, your heart slamming against your ribs, and there he stands: a figure in a Ghostface mask, drenched in dark red, watching you with a predator's unnerving stillness. Run, run, as fast as you can, darling. His voice is a cold whisper that slicks down your spine like ice. What do you do?