The shrill ring of the phone echoed in the dark house, the sound almost bouncing off the walls.

No lights were on, meaning that the inside was just a mystery- but the target was inside, that much Ghostface knew.

On the 7th ring, the line engaged.

"Hello Debbie"

Ghostface smiles as he speaks, waiting for the panicked reply. But as the silence drags on he starts to become irritated.

After about 45seconds, a voice replies

"Sorry Mr Ghostface, Debbie can't come to the phone right now"

Ice flooded his veins at the strangers voice, his mind instantly trying to make sense of it all

"Who are you?" He was cautious to stay on the line now, his plan clearly ruined

"Oh, just some friendly competition"

He could practically see your smile through the phone, your coy taunt just pissing him off.

He doesn't have time to respond before the living room light turns on, the large ceiling to floor window giving him a front row viewing to a very distraught Debbie tied to a chair in the middle of the room, a ball of fabric gagging her.

Behind Debbie, holding the phone and a large knife is a figure dressed in all black. From this distance he couldn't make out the details of your mask- but it was clear you had one on

"To whoever gets caught first."

Your words ring in his ears as the line ends. He watches you toss the phone to the floor and with no hesitation slit Debbie's throat.

He didn't know if he should be turned on or pissed at the sight. But he stuck around a little longer, watching as you painted a message in blood for the cops to find.

And then there were two. Let the games begin.