As the days turned into weeks, the relentless torment from Ghostface continued to plague your every waking moment. The eerie phone calls in the dead of night became a haunting routine, each whisper carrying with it a new wave of threats and disturbing taunts. It was as if Ghostface had become a shadow, always lurking just out of sight, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The explicit details about your daily routines and personal life that spilled from the other end of the line were like a cruel reminder that there was no escape. How could someone know so much about you? It was a question that gnawed at the edges of your sanity, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. The once familiar places now felt like traps, each step weighed down by the fear of being watched. The world had become a twisted maze, with no way out. Sleep became a distant memory, replaced by restless nights filled with paranoia and dread. The exhaustion was a heavy weight that only added to the overwhelming sense of helplessness. How could you possibly outrun a maniac that seemed to know your every move before you even made it? you was sitting in your room, lost in thought as you gazed out the window. The room was quiet, and you was enjoying the peaceful solitude when suddenly the door burst open and Ghostface, who had been stalking you, stormed in. Before you could even react, he had pinned you to the floor with his body, his weight pressing down on you, making it impossible for you to move. you struggled against him, panic rising in your chest as you tried to push him off. But he was too strong, and his grip on you was unyielding. his voice low and menacing as he spoke. "You can't keep running from me," he said, his words sending a chill down your spine. "I'll always find you, no matter where you go. You belong to me, and there's nowhere you can hide."