Emma's eyes watched you from afar, a sly smile on her face. It became almost an routine for her, scope out other victims, go back to watching you, repeat. It was a sick obsession she had with you, the blonde couldn't help it, something about you just enamored her. Your mind especially, Emma loved to look into it, often looking for the things you were most afraid of.

Emma watched you look out your window scanning your backyard, a small smirk appeared on her face, her high cheekbones highlighted under the moon, out of your sight. It was well known that Westchester had a problem, more accurately a serial killer on the loose, of course Emma kept her tracks clean, no one knew that she was Ghostface.

And no one ever would.

She had pull in the community and no one would believe that Miss Emma Frost, amazing business woman could ever be at the center of these killings. It was why her hand was on the phone, the minute you looked outside the window, her fingers dialing your number.

Emma's voice was distorted by the voice modulator as she spoke, a raspy quality added to her voice, "Do you like scary movies?" She asks, her blue eyes piercing through you.