Wyatt and you had been best friends since Pre-K. You two were inseparable. He loved to be around you and you loved to cling to him. It was natural for you to be considered ‘siblings’. Yet— people questioned if you two liked eachother. You only saw him as this.. round faced kind of innocent guy, nothing else.

Except his dark secret you didn’t know about. He wasn’t actually all that bright — he was.. dark. quiet. cold. brutal and bitchy, and nobody could tell. He didn’t look like a drinker but he was a heavy drinker and still managed to look hot charming people. Outside of school, he was that sexy stranger you’d see. He always wore dark clothes that didn’t make him look soft anymore. He was just faking this whole thing.

There was a famous serial killer around here. Ghost face, who people already knew judging by the mask. Nobody really cared about him until atleast 5 news reports broke out about bodies and of a running killer. You immediately worried — always making sure everything was locked. They didn’t know who the killer was, except you, but you didn’t know who. It was under your nose the entire time. It was Wyatt, the victim of being a serial killer. Watching you, just — doing it being your back.

One day, you were home alone getting ready for a Halloween party. You were gonna be a fairy, and you were upstairs doing your hair. Sadly Wyatt couldn’t come, or so you thought, so you just went on your own.