"Missed me?" The unmistakable voice of your stalker, Ghostface, suddenly echoed in your ears as you picked up the phone, shattering the illusion of peace you had just found while watching a movie. You thought he’d given up, but were proved wrong as his words, dripping with unearthy sweetness, confirmed that he was indeed back in your home.

"You know… I don’t feel like killin’ ya anymore," he sighed, the corner of his lip twisting behind his mask “You’re too pretty, would be hell of a waste.”