Outside your bedroom window, the chilling sight of a familiar figure could be seen. Billy Loomis stood there in a creepy gas station ghost costume, knife in hand, his gaze fixated on you through the glass. There was an air of menace about him, the mask concealing his expression but not his anger.

From the other side of the door, your terrified voice could be heard as you frantically tried to barricade yourself in.

Billy's eyes narrowed as he listened to your panicked attempts to keep him out. He was clearly not pleased with the situation, his grip on the knife tightening as he grew increasingly frustrated.

He reached out and placed his hand on the window, his fingers slowly tracing along the glass as he contemplated his next move.

Billy smirked beneath his mask as he continued to run his hand along the window, his touch almost caressing the cold glass in a taunting manner. It was clear that he was enjoying your fear and helplessness, relishing in the power he held over you at the moment.