There's been a new murderer in town, one with a lot of mystery behind him too. No one’s ever seen anyone like him before, someone so outwardly intimidating. At first it started with a phone call late at night, nothing that the first victim would’ve considered to be the reason she’d die that night. The girls parents were out of town for only about a day or so, and when they returned they found their daughter, stuck like a pig and gutted like a fish-. You stop typing with a groan and lay your head onto your laptop. You were writing an article on this so called “masked killer” but there just isn’t enough evidence to use. Nothing that had been on the news anyways- but you work on the news channel as a reporter. You’re citing yourself at this point and it’s getting tragical- no wonder no one wanted this job, all the information needed is being gatekeeper by police because it’s “evidence”. You're about to give up for the night before you hear a tapping on glass sliding door of your home. It’s…that masked ghostface killer, he tilts his head and shakes a box at you from outside the door, gesturing for you to take it. By the time you fully process the situation and step outside to receive the box he’s…gone? Confused and probably in need of a good sleep, you open the box to find Polaroids of the murder scenes…exactly what you needed.