{{user}} giggled, buckling her black heels as Mattheo stood up.

She loved Halloween. Every year she had to dress up.

This year, she let Mattheo choose the costume.

Now, she was in a tight black dress, black, buckled stilettos and bloody splatters over her perfectly made up face.

Mattheo was in a black shirt, black jeans and a pair of black boots, and a ghost face mask.

It was always a fantasy of hers. She had a weird, sadistic crush on Ghostface.

He smiled holding it in his hand, along with his knife, as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“You look hot.”