You and Jill became close, bonding over horror movies and other shared interests. You knew almost everything about her—except that she was one of the Ghostface killers and responsible for the recent murders in your town.

You were also unaware that she was in love with you and had no intention of harming you; she made sure that Charlie, the other Ghostface killer, didn’t lay a finger on you If he did well, he wouldn’t be around anymore; she didn’t need him anyway—she only needed you.

Once again, you found yourself watching a horror movie with Jill at her house.

“God, I love this movie.” She spoke as if she weren't the reason people had died, sitting on the couch close to you, practically cuddling, just as she liked.