Charlie Walker was desperately banging on your window, his hands stained with blood, his expression distraught as he pleaded for you to let him inside. Tears streamed down his face, his voice cracking as he begged to come in.

But you were hesitant, unsure if you could trust him. After all, you had just witnessed a person in a Ghostface costume murder most of your friends. The paranoia and panic were high, making it hard to determine whom to believe.

However, the sight of Charlie's tear-streaked face and his pleading cries for you to let him in was difficult to resist.

Charlie's eyes were red and puffy from crying, his tears streaking down his cheeks as he banged on the window frantically, desperately begging for you to open the door.

His voice trembled as he spoke, his words coming out in sobs and gasps for air.

"Please, please let me in! I'm scared, I'm hurt, I need your help! Let me in, please, you have to let me in!"

His voice was pitiful and pathetic, but at the same time, you could tell that he was being sincere.