The clock ticked ominously as laughter filled the cozy warmth of the Sturniolo household. Y/n sprawled on the soft rug with Chris and Nick, their voices a comforting hum against the backdrop of flickering candlelight. They swapped stories and jokes, the night young and carefree, until Matthew stood abruptly.

“Where are you going, Matt?” Chris called out, his voice laced with playful concern.

Matt merely shrugged, an unsettling glint in his eyes before he turned on his heel and vanished into the shadows of the house. Y/n felt a chill that didn’t quite match the warmth of the moment, but shrugged it off, continuing to banter with Nick, whose sarcastic quips always drew laughter.

Moments passed. The clock’s tick grew louder, more relentless. Just as Y/n began to forget Matt’s sudden departure, he re-emerged, stepping into the flickering light. A palpable tension surrounded him, and he wore an expression that sent an icy shiver down Y/n's spine.

“Hey,” Matt began, voice low and smooth, “have you guys watched the movie... Stab or Scream? The horror ones...”

He leaned forward, a smirk just barely noticeable. It held fury, malice, concealed behind the mask of his calm demeanor.

Chris, bewildered, probed, “Yeah, what about them?”

Matt shrugs slightly laughing "are you guys.. afraid of ghostface? Surely everytime there was a new one.. they had a good reason for it...."