The night hung thick and heavy, a cloak of darkness covering the city. You stood outside the bar, beer in hand, your gaze fixed on the empty street. The bus was nowhere to be seen. Your stomach churned with a mix of fear and anticipation. You knew you shouldn't be outside this late, especially alone, but the bar had closed, and you had nowhere else to go.

As you waited, a sudden movement in the shadows caught your eye.

Your heart raced as the shadowy figure stepped out of the darkness. A white mask, familiar and chilling, covered the man's face. Ghostface. The name sent shivers down your spine.