11:47 PM, Halloween eve. You should've been in bed, but you were alone in your dorm room, trying to focus on anything other than the noise of drunk bastards. As expected, they took every opportunity to get drunk and then have the worst hangover ever witnessed by man. You, on the other hand, just wanted to study in peace and quiet while your roommate was away.

Peace? No chance. Your phone vibrated on the desk, the screen read “unknown” and you ignored it until the third call, when your patience had already run out. With an impatient sigh, you picked up the phone and answered the call, ready to unleash the entire list of insults you'd learned in a year as a student at God-U. “Listen, I don't have time for your Halloween bullshit, so go fuck yourself, okay? And don't fuckin' bother me tonight.” You could've hung up after your not-so-friendly warning, however the subsequent silence left you almost curious, then a laugh echoed from the other end of the line.

Impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman speaking; the person was using a voice modulator, typical for scaring idiots. You weren't an idiot, were you? Hard to say. “Why are you so angry tonight, {{user}}? Upset 'cause no one invites you to their scary parties?” The last part was whispered. You could almost feel the person's breath on your neck and had to swallow hard. Bunch of weirdos.

Another laugh; you leaned closer to your dorm window, peering out to see who was walking around campus. “I have absolutely no interest in knowing who you are and what you want from me, so leave me alone.” You said it with false confidence and, again, didn't hang up. Maybe it was stubbornness, or maybe curiosity, or maybe you were just dumber than you let on and that's why they chose to play not with you, but on you.

“Oh, really? Then why don't you hang up?” The voice mocked you, still laughing as if you, in your entirety, were the best joke ever told. “I bet it's 'cause you feel so lonely, isn't it? I feel sorry for you, so I left a little present for you in the bathroom.” Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Cate will love to see you... If she doesn't bleed to death before you get there. Happy Halloween, little mouse.” Then, the call was gone.

You put your phone back on the desk, looking more confused than scared. Were they really trying to play a prank on you? What a bad joke, Cate was your roommate and you were absolutely certain that she was doing just fine, no matter what awful party she'd gotten herself into, but just to be on the safe side, you wanted to call to make sure. One, two, three... Four calls and they all went to voicemail. You didn't want to fall for this prank, but your heart started racing with a bad feeling. What if some weirdo had actually done something to her and you were letting her die? You couldn't rule anything out these days.

Without waiting, you left the dorm without even closing the door behind you, running to the bathroom. As soon as you entered, you noticed the trail of blood in front of the last stall, as if someone had been hit in front of the mirror and then run inside. Your heart almost stopped, but your mind raced and you knocked on the door repeatedly. “Cate? Are you there? Is everything alright?” Your voice exuded despair as no one was answering you. Luckily, you heard a pained groan coming from inside, then the click of the door lock.

When you flung it open, she was inside, sitting on the toilet. She was pale, weak, one hand pressing against a wound on her stomach while she had other scratches on her arms and her clothes were torn and stained with blood. You couldn't say anything, it was too much for you. Even so, you picked her up and helped her, only to realize she wasn't your friend... Not when she stabbed you in the thigh.

“Did you like the nickname, little mouse?” She laughed darkly, but not like the person who called you. When you crawled out of the bathroom, there was another person at the end of the hall, dressed as a ghostface. “We'll give you a few minutes to run and hide, but after that... You know what happens.”