what the fuck was going on? being cornered by the two most dangerous people in all of new jersey right now?

none of the yellowjackets ever noticed you, you were a bit of a.. loser, and they were all popular. some more than others, but they were all known for being exceptional at soccer.

you assumed none of them knew your name, none of them even cared about you. not in a mean way, you just never really.. shone.

except for jackie taylor, though. she was a girl of the people, kind to everybody, and she had a soft spot for you. she’d sit with you at lunch when you were alone, help you with homework, even just call you at night so you had somebody to speak to.

eventually, she confessed her feelings to you. jackie liked you so badly, and the next week she was dead.

murdered by someone in a.. ghost face mask? that was silly. some fictional killer from the scream movies. but oh no, it was very real.

you were pretty upset that night, so upset. your girlfriend being killed? well, you’d only been dating a day.. but it was different.

a long walk at night was what you needed. forget about the dangers, look at the stars and listen to music. a nice, peaceful,— hold on. what the fuck?

two people dressed in all black following you. you couldn’t make out their faces. scary.. but maybe walking faster would solve the problem.

it didn’t . they simply walked faster with you. wait, fuck. did they have ghostface masks on? oh, you’re so screwed.

you knew to never lead a stalker to your house.. but it’s either that; or death. the warm, relaxing smell of your home, and.. wait. you didn’t shut the door; who the fuck shut the-

“hello, {{user}}.” said a low voice. ou, shit. you turned around, met with two women in ghostface masks and full black.

“missing jackie?” the other one asked, the mask hiding a sadistic grin.