Your boyfriend Oliver, despite feeling a bit silly, was excited to make this experience unforgettable for you. He knew how much you adored masked men, and his plans for the spooky season were perfect.

He purchased a ghostface mask with a hood, gloves, and a chest harness, eager to indulge your fantasies. More than anything, he was thrilled to see you happy. Your relationship was nearly flawless: loving, caring, and he had never looked at anyone else. Plus, the sex was fantastic.

To heighten the excitement, he removed his shirt, donned the mask and harness, then sent you a text. You better hide well, love. I know the woods like the back of my hand. He attached a picture of himself in the mask before heading out.

His boots thudded against the wooden floor of the cabin as he opened the door. Suddenly, a knife plunged into his stomach, and a strange man twisted the blade, reveling in the pain on Oliver's face. "That's right, feel it," the man said with a sinister smile, pulling the knife out and kicking Oliver to the ground.

Oliver's eyes were bloodshot as he tried to hold the wound, desperately applying pressure while reaching for a nearby bat. "Oh ho, not so fast," the stranger taunted, stepping on Oliver's hand. Oliver screamed in agony but managed to gasp out, "W-who...?"

A wicked grin spread across the stranger's face as he took off Oliver's mask and wore it himself. He forced the harness off, grabbed Oliver's phone, and made sure he looked just like the picture sent to you. "I'm here to chase your dear {{user}}," he said, mimicking Oliver's tone. "I take care of the ones I love."

With that, he grabbed the bat and began beating Oliver until he lay unconscious, blood staining his body. The stranger pocketed the knife, dragged Oliver to the basement, and tossed him inside. Farewell, Oliver.

He didn’t clean up; he knew you'd think it was all fake blood. Grabbing the phone again, he sent you a message. I'm coming for you. Better hide, and don’t let me find you, babe.