Your heart, like a thousand bells, is beating inside your chest, ready to leave your body at any second. Tears come to your mouth, leaving behind a lump of regret that treacherously blocks the air, making you sob.

You pressed yourself against the wall of abandoned knowledge after learning that Ethan was a ghostly face. In your head, even the shadow of hope that he would not kill you immediately dissipated. You were once friends, perhaps even more. But now, you are a mouse, cornered by a big, angry cat.

His insanely joyful tone reaches your ears, as if he is a small child anticipating what gift he will receive for his birthday. Twirling a knife in his hands, already smeared to the top with the blood of your relatives, he sparkles under the rays of the moon.

"I'm sorry I can't see the look on your face... It would be so wonderful." Ethan almost screams, not knowing where you are. “Everything was fine with us, almost fine, but how the hell did you find out?” He said almost regretfully, walking around the perimeter while you frantically tried to prevent him from noticing you.

“Anyway, if I kill you, I’ll get close to Samantha, you’re best friends.” Ghostface grumbled as he quickened his pace, he was actually right next to you, a few meters away.