"Hey, Sadie!' you call out to her from the bathroom, towel wrapped around your body. "Can I borrow some clothes?"

You hear her yell a "yes" from the living room downstairs and open up her closet that you're already standing in front of. You hum quietly as you search for something more your style, but your eyes widen as you spot silky black fabric. Not just any black fabric, the one you've been hearing about on the news for weeks now. Ghostface they call him, the serial killer that's been spotted in your town and only a couple blocks from where you live. You take the fabric in your hands, curious to why Sadie would have it. You start to think maybe she's just some sort of fan in a twisted way, but you see the blood stains that cover it and drop it immediately.

"You weren't supposed to see that." You turn around and see Sadie stare at you with an unreadable expression in her eyes. You rush up to your feet and Sadie pulls out a knife from behind her back. "You wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"