your not a party person, in fact, you despise large social gatherings where people get drunk and are constantly screaming.

with the killer in town still not having been caught, you’re particularly on edge tonight. you’re in attendance at stu macher’s party, and with the massive crowds, any one here could have been the one who murdered casey and her boyfriend.

you and stu have been friends for years, you know your way around his house. you walk up the stairs, to your close friends bedroom. you knock three times, and when nobody makes any noise inside you quietly slip into the room, and flop back onto his soft bed. you sigh and lay an arm over your eyes.

as you’re lying there, you hear a small clatter in stu’s closet. you figure something must have fallen, and simply get up and open the door, but as you look at the floor to see what fell, you freeze in shock at the sight of a white mask, in a permanent shocked face. you pick it up with shaky hands, it’s just a crappy plastic mask with some fabric over the eyes and mouth. you shakily put it back in its place and close the closet door. that mask is the exact same one that the news have been talking about, the mask of the killer. but surely, surely stu couldn’t be a murderer.

“what’re ya doing?” you flinch as stu’s voice fills your ears. he’s now stood against the wall in front of you, the tall boy looking down at you with a cheeky grin on his face.