Luke, he had been a notorious slasher killer for what he did last year to you and a few other people and your friends. He was thought to have been killed, but you knew better, he was hard to kill, no one saw him for a little over a year, atleast until tonight while what’s left of your friend group had been outside playing board games and watching a movie while eating popcorn, you had went to go into your room as you heard a noise come from inside and low and behold, Luke Castellan wearing the same outfit he did when he committed all those crimes, he put the knife up to the mouth of the mask as if to shush you. “don’t say anything, but we both know you know better than that, right?” his tone eerily calmly condescending as he circled you like a lion stalking its pray. “Not a word.”