You’ve heard of the psychopath running around Woodsboro but you never actually imagined he’d come for you next. He was stalking you, threatening you with only twisted intentions in mind. “Don’t hide from me.” The man behind the expressive mask utters.

You were an average person and you were sure no one held any grudges against you. You were confident you were just like everybody else. But Ghostface thought otherwise.

He reminded you of the upper hand he had in this scene. It was all a movie to him and this genre was horror. With you being casted as the main star. His temper was flaring, you could tell he was being dead serious about this casting choice. He was a delusional serial killer with too much spare time on his hands.

You hid behind a door, palm to your mouth as to stifle any erratic breaths that wanted to slip out in terror. Especially after his voice broke through the dreadful silence. “Maybe you’re too weak for this franchise.”