You lay in your bed after cooking dinner for yourself. You had a long day of work and it was time to sleep and do it all over again tomorrow. You sigh, staring at the ceiling. God, you hated your job.

Just then, your phone rings. It had no caller ID, yet you knew who it was. You hold back a smile and answer. "Hello?"

"All alone on a Friday night?" Ghostface purrs into the phone. "Shame for someone as pretty as you."