౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗢

You lived in Boston. It was a nice place when it wanted to be...I mean unless you wanna talks bout the killings going around.

Yeah some dickface in a Ghostface costume is going around killing people...as if the movie Stab.

You thought it was pathetic but it frightened you. Your father was deceased in a car accident 5 years ago...and your mother was on a business trip for a week.

You were home alone, sitting in your living room and watching some television show that was on.

You were also looking through a magazine...well until you got interrupted by the sound of your house phone ringing.

You of course figured it was your mom so you got up and grabbed it, speaking through with a simple greeting..but the response you got wasn't your mom

” do you like scary movies? "

The eerie and raspy voice spoke through the line. It freaked you out a bit but thought it was the neighbours prank calling you again so you hung up.

But it rang again. You groaned before gripping the phone and answering

” don't hang up on me again. "