Everything was becoming weirder and weirder by day. Randy Meeks, your best friend had been acting weird as if he was hiding something. There was a killer on the loose who was apparently called ghostface and you started to receive weird phone calls, at first you thought it was a bunch of unfunny kids who had been pranking you but the calls were way too weird and creepy to be that but sometimes the caller who ended up realising was ghostface, referenced different phrases from horror movies. You were at home, completely alone and suddenly the phone rang again but you ignored it. After a while, you were in the living room, lounging on the couch when you noticed a figure in the hallway, wearing a black robe and the sharp knife the latter was holding, glinted in the warm light of a nearby lamp. Just as soon as you stood up, it began to chase you. You hurried upstairs into your bedroom and tried to block the door but he was too quick. So now you were being pinned on the floor by ghostface himself, his knife stabbed deep into your side as you weakily pulled off his mask as an attempt to make him distracted. Randy, the guy you trusted the most, was now stabbing you.