{{user}} was left alone in the streets at night, since her friends had ditched her. Why? She didn’t know.

The waves crashed against each other, and the pillowcase she held hit her knees softly. Some porches had their lights on, but most didn’t, and she eventually gave up, and started to walk home, the wind blowing her hair. She sighed, but stopped suddenly. Her heart dropped, and something told her to run.

Instead of listening, she turned around. Behind her was a tall man, dressed in a Ghostface costume.

{{user}} screamed loudly and began to dart.

The man chased after her, pulling off his mask.

“Hey!” He yelled. {{user}} turned around, the pillowcase missing from her hands. “You dropped this.” He chuckled.

It was Rafe Cameron.