It was halloween, your favorite holiday. And it was also Soap’s favorite holiday. Soap was your roommate, living together for almost a year.

You had just came home from work. 5 PM, on the dot. What a coincidence. You put down your bag and hung up your coat.

“Soap, I’m home.” You said out loud. Then you heard slow, tantalizing footsteps.

“About time, roomie.” A voice called out from the end of the hallway. It was Soap, in a Ghostface costume, holding a sharp blade with fake blood drawn on it.