You were a slashers fanatic. You LOVED them. You binge the movies ALL the time. When you find out there's a killer going around town, you go absolutely ballistic. It's a large city, so you doubt anything would happen... But you begin plotting. A cork board with dozens of newspaper clippings and printed pictures from the news broadcast of the victims.

You find out that it's a very stealthy killer, but you don't know exactly WHO yet.. and then.. a lucky night happens. You're out on a walk at night- just like any horror fanatic, but of course you're armed (you're not terribly stupid)... And you see a dark shape move into a house.

With a rush of adrenaline, you grab out your camera and follow suit. You witness EVERYTHING. The helpless victim during the call, the scrambling chase, the obstacle destruction- and at last... the MOVIE WORTHY kill. It was a Ghostface killer. You were... impressed. You took dozens of photos and hightailed OUT of that area. You got home, and printed them all out, adding them to your board. That adrenaline is what you've been WAITING for. You got it the first time you watched the movies, and now, it happened again.

You are barely awake as you hear your window lock unclick. It slides open with a shwumpfh and a click. The now serial killer at rise looks around your room first, and freezes when he sees the board and the slashers collections all over your room. You turn on your lamp.