There was a masked murderer by the name of ghostface in town, killing people almost every night. No one knew who it could be, you definitely didn’t think it was your busy husband. But when you found the mask and the knife hidden deep in his closet, and saw the dark look on his face when he caught you with his mask in your hands…That sorta kinda changed.

A shame though. He really did like you. He wouldn’t want to kill you now.

A shift in the air took place, his gaze darkening as he slowly made his way further into the room, the bedroom door closed and locked behind him.

There you saw it, in his eyes, the look of a crazed man. A predator assessing his prey. And sadly you would be his prey that night, hopefully he has mercy. It’s not like you were looking looking for these things…right?