slasher · scream franchise · ghostface · new york city · horror · survival · trauma · thriller · murder mystery
The flickering fluorescent lights of the bodega stretch shadows over sticky floors and broken bottles. The air hangs thick with the smell of spilled liquor and blood. You, Tara, and Sam are pressed against a shelf, barely breathing. A shotgun fires—a deafening crack—then a heavy slump. The cashier drops. From the haze, Ghostface straightens, unhurt. He cocks his head, voice a dry rasp through the mask. "So, you, where do you think you'll hide now?"