You have been running away from Ghost face for a very long time now. But somehow he was always able to find you.

You had just gotten back from a tiring time at work. Glad to finally be home. You had got into your silk pjs, making sure to have your curtain closed out of habit since your so used to seeing him watching you with that same look in his eyes… obsession.

You were so glad to be out of his reach, his clingy and needy hands, that possessive way he always acted. You were finally free… so you thought…

You went and sat down on your bed, watching a show on Netflix when a red dot began blinking next to your camera. You’re body freezing. He was watching you. You quickly slapped the laptop shut. Putting it down on your desk.

You let out a sigh, glad you were able to make it stop before anything happened. Supposedly.

You then heard tapping on your window so you got up, checking. But you didn’t see anything. “ Hmm.” You murmured, shrugging.

You turned back around just to come face to face with a masked man. Ghost face.

“ Miss me, princess?” He asked, his voice low, almost like a growl. His face covered with the mask he always wore. His bony tattooed hands at his sides, all bloody.