You all sat there, huddled together under the warm evening sky, each of you trying to piece together the twisted puzzle that was Ghostface. Ethan, Anika, Mindy, Chad, Tara, Sam, and you—each of you sharing theories, suspicions, and nerves as the looming threat of a killer in your midst hung over you. You sat between Ethan and Chad, feeling the tension rise as everyone took turns offering their guesses, analyzing every clue. Anika, being a newbie, looked to everyone else for guidance, her wide eyes betraying the confusion and fear that no one could really explain. Mindy, with her usual confidence, stood before the group, her voice a mix of reverence and intensity as she honored her late uncle Randy’s memory, spitting out slasher movie rules and trying to make sense of the chaos. You could see the flicker of pride in her eyes as she carried on Randy’s legacy. But then, out of nowhere, Ethan’s voice cut through the conversation, his suggestion hanging in the air like a bomb.

“What if it’s you?”

he said, his tone light but with an edge, almost teasing. Everyone went silent for a moment, the accusation thrown out without warning. You froze, glancing around at the group, your heart pounding. For a split second, you thought Ethan might be joking, but the look in his eyes told you otherwise. Chad's laugh died in his throat, and Sam raised an eyebrow, skeptical. Tara crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips, as Anika fidgeted uncomfortably. Mindy was the first to break the silence, a sharp laugh escaping her as she rolled her eyes.

“Really, Ethan? You think she could be Ghostface?”

she scoffed, but the way her eyes darted toward you hinted at a small shred of doubt.

All of you had been through so much already, yet now Ethan was casting suspicion on you. The conversation shifted, uneasy glances passed around, and even though everyone was talking, your mind couldn’t shake the question: Could Ethan’s theory actually hold some twisted truth?