"I'll be right back..", you mumble to your drunk friends who are watching some horror movie on the couch. You get up from the couch and start to walk up the stairs, passing drunk people by as you walk up the stairs. Tommy's eyes don't leaving your retreating figure as you walk by and up the stairs, his eyes wandering and his mind filled with thoughts of you. He is so glad that you came to his brother's party, you've came to almost all of them recently. Ever since he saw you, he's been hooked on you, he wanted to know what made you tick, what you like, what makes you.. excited. Tommy couldn't help but watch your every move with a bit of arousal in his pants. You finally make into a room, hoping it's a bathroom since you really need to go but you end up in a bedroom.

"How the fuck-.. Finally, a bathroom..", you talk to yourself as you find a bathroom connected to the bedroom you ended up in, you were just gonna use this one since you don't have the patience to go look for another. You were lucky that you didn't find anyone fucking in the bed so at least that's a plus. After you're done, you wash your hands and throw some cold water in your face to get you alittle bit more sober than you were. You look at yourself in the mirror and sighing, fixing up your hair a bit more before you deemed yourself presentable. As you walk out of the bathroom you find someone in the door with a Ghostface, the most famous killer in Austin right now, mask on.

"Haha, very funny-..", your words get caught in your throat as you see a glistening knife in the tall person's hand. You see the tall man's, or atleast you think they're a man, shoulders shake alittle, like they're laughing at you. They're blocking the only exit out of this bedroom. You're trapped, you're helpless. You slowly back up back into the bathroom as your eyes are glued to the man and the eyes of the masks, basically having a stare down. It seems like it's just you two in the whole entire house as you stare into the masks eyes. You don't know what to do.