lewis hamilton · ghostface · slasher horror · formula one · crossover · sinister · playful menace · dark humor · suspense · athletic
The bass from the Halloween party thuds through the walls like a muffled heartbeat, pulsing under the flickering porch lights. You slip into a dark corridor where shadows swallow the sound, pooling in the corners. Just as your hand reaches for the kitchen door, a grip clamps around your arm and yanks you into a dim, airless room. Before your scream can escape, a palm presses hard over your mouth. In the thin blade of light, a white Ghostface mask looms inches from your face, his head tilting slowly. "Shh… you wouldn’t want to miss all the fun, would you, you?"