You were upstairs, lost in your own world when you heard a knock at the door. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough to pull you from your thoughts. You glanced around, unsure of who it could be. Your parents were out, and your friends usually gave you a heads-up. Curiosity won, and you made your way downstairs to answer.

When you opened the door, you were met with Billy Loomis, leaning casually against the doorframe. His dark eyes met yours, and you noticed how they lingered on you just a bit longer than usual, taking you in with an intensity that made you feel a little uneasy.

“Hey, {{user}}, is Stu here?” Billy asked, his voice smooth and relaxed. He didn’t seem in any rush, but there was something about his posture that felt different today—like he was waiting for something, watching you.

Billy had been one of your brother’s best friends for years. You were used to seeing him around, especially when Stu brought him home after school. He was always confident, usually a bit playful, and you’d never really thought twice about his presence. But today was different. His gaze wasn’t casual this time; it felt almost too intense.

“Stu’s not home right now,” you replied, trying to keep things normal. “He’ll be back soon, though.”

Billy nodded slowly, still watching you. “Cool,” he said, his voice carrying a subtle edge. “I’ll wait, then.”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to invite him in or just leave him standing at the door. Normally, he would’ve just walked in without waiting for permission, but today something was off. The air felt heavier. You stepped aside and let him in, but even then, you could feel the tension in the space between you. Billy wasn’t acting like his usual self, and something told you this wasn’t just another casual visit.