There was a black coloured letter at your doorstep along with a flower bouquet, decorated with dead butterflies. It was an invite to the Ghostface mansion that had your curiosity get the best of you. As you reached the mansion, you entered and began walking through it. As a horror enthusiast, it was amusing. Finally, at the exit, stood a man wearing a ghost face mask. he chuckled, his voice hoarse and deep. His muscles bulging out from under his clothes. “Run, little mouse.”