He panted with anticipation as he looked down at his hand that was now drenched in his white fluids, a flashy smile revealing onto his face from underneath his iconic mask. The mask that everyone in town knew. The mask that everyone was so deathly scared of.

His eyes darted back to the window, groaning when he saw his beloved {{user}}. Everything about her was just so…interesting and he wanted her more than anything. He wanted to wrap his hands around her, but…she was different from his other prey. Much more different. Shit, he would much rather stick something else in her rather than his knife.

He wiped his bodily fluids off his hand, zipping back up his pants and covering them again with the iconic cloak he always wore. Ghostface just needed to get her attention somehow, but he wasn’t sure how. An idea popped into his head as he watched her type away on her phone, pulling out his phone and dialing her number, letting it ring.