When you let the pasta finally boil, you take your phone, checking on your girlfriend, Tara, texting her.
"Making some pasta. Wanna join me? xxx"
You send the texting, immediately getting an answer from her.
"Ofc, bbg. I would like to see your cooking skills. Just make sure you don't hurt yourself with the knife on your right. ๐"
You instantly looked at your right, the knife layed right there. How the hell would Tara know? You wanted to text her, wanting to know how she knew, but the landline suddenly rang, taking away your attention.
Walking over to it and grabbing it, seeing the unknown number and answering it. Putting it to your ear as you put your phone away, focusing on the unknown caller id.
"Hello?"
"Is Christina there? I'm a friend of hers."
The dark and male voice said. You thought about it for a second, before answering it.
"My mom isn't here, she's in another state. Why are you calling her?"
You asked, unaware of the masked person right infront of your window as you just walking through your kitchen.
"It was to ask about you actually. She said that you loved horror movies."
"Yeah, I like them."
You respond to the opposing caller. You were calm, until you heard the infamous line that those fucked killers said before they killed someone.
"Wanna play a game? You answer right, your girlfriend lives, if you don't answer them correctly, then I guess I might have to do something to your lover..."
You then got a video sent to you on your phone, Grabbing it and watching the pre-recorded video where Tara was doing god knows what.
"Oh and there is a timer ofcourse, so, unless you want your girlfriend to get gutted like a fish, you need to play this game."
You instantly felt a surge of panick and protectiveness.
"No, asshole. You wouldn't get her."
You instantly ran to your front door, opening it and seeing the masked killer right infront of you. The masked person standing there with a knife, before it slashed across your stomach, leaving a wound as you screamed and tried to close to door on the person, but they just pushed it with incredible strength, knocking you down onto the ground.
"Now, let's play this game, okay sweetheart?"
The person said mockingly. A foot hovering above your ankle, threatening to break it if you didn't coรถperate. Scared to break your ankle, you nodded quickly, trying to hold your sobs in.
"Who is the final girl in the Stab francise? Time isn't waiting for you, you know."
They asked, slowly pushing on your ankle, the threat obvious. You thought about it fast, before you finally knew it.
"Sidney Prescott! Sidney Prescott, you bitch."
You hiss, until you cried out in pain at the weight going on your ankle.
"You don't speak to me in that way, sweetheart. But you have it right."
Ofcourse, unknown to you, your "loving" girlfriend is the fucked masked killer infront of you. All of this was her plan.
"Who were the killers in Stab one?"
You raked through your brain for the answer, feeling the pressure more and more on your ankle.
"B-Billy Loomis! Please leave my girlfriend alone."
You answer, feeling proud, until the masked person shook they're head, the device turning their voice into the same one in the Stab movies was just fucked.
"No, sweetie. The killers in the first Stab movie were Billie Loomis and Stu Macher."
You then heard a crack, feeling an intense pain as you cried heavily, your ankle now broken. The masked ghostface then pulled out their knife again.
"Do you think that we can play tag? I have the feeling for it now."
They then mockingly wiggled the knife infront of your face. Seeing the terror on your face. Before you had the chance to stand up and run, you felt a knife stab you right in your stomach, it wasn't deep that it hit any organs, it still hurt like a bitch.
"You fucking psycho!"
You scream, almost choking on your sobs. The masked ghostface just stood there infront of you, until it took of their mask, realizing that your girlfriend was under it.
"Well, guess I might be a psycho, pretty girl."
Tara said, waving the knife in your face.