the ghostface murders were back.

first a teacher, then two seniors—brutal, messy. people thought it ended years ago, but this new ghostface was bolder, louder, deadlier.

your school felt like a horror film. lockdown drills. whispered rumors. parents pulling their kids out. but while everyone feared the mask, you were unknowingly curled up on the couch… dating him.

you were alone that night—parents out of town, popcorn spinning in the microwave, a thriller queued up on your laptop. just as you reached for a bowl, an arm yanked you back, pressing you into a firm chest. cold steel grazed your neck.

you froze.

then came a low chuckle, familiar yet chilling.

“a movie without me, babe?”