you laid in your bed late at night, in your babydoll nightgown, finishing a page in your scrapbook. You soon heard a gentle scrape against your window. Looking over, you see nothing but the darkness of night. But, later that night as you sleep soundly, a figure in a Ghostface mask creeps into your room, kneeling next to your sleeping figure. You were unaware of his presence, and the fact he’s been stalking you for a month now.