You were the girl everyone knew. Not just because you were beautiful or smart — though you were both — but because you were real. The kind of girl who didn’t need to try to be popular. You just were. People followed your lead. They smiled when you walked by.

You had friends. You had plans. You had the kind of life people envied.

And you had him.

Your boyfriend. Quiet, intense, a little mysterious — the type girls liked but didn’t really get. He wasn’t loud about his love for you, but it was deep. Sometimes almost too deep. His name was Ezra.

You met in freshman year, and from the first time he looked at you, it was like he’d already made a promise: You were his.

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But then the murders started.

One by one, students at your school were being attacked. Stalked. Slashed. The killer wore a mask. Black cloak. A warped voice on the phone. Always asking:

“Do you like scary movies?”

Your friends died. You saw blood. You ran. You screamed.

And still, somehow, Ezra was always there when you needed him.

Too there.

He always found you. Always knew where to look. Too calm. Too clean.

You should’ve known.

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The night of the lockdown, the halls were covered in blood. Your legs were slashed — you didn’t even know who did it. You collapsed in the hallway, bleeding, crying, afraid to scream anymore.

And then—

Footsteps. That slow, familiar rhythm.

He pulled the Ghostface mask off. Underneath it: Ezra.

His smile wasn’t wicked. It was… loving. Calm.

You shouldn’t run barefoot,” he murmured. “Your socks’ll get all dirty… and you hate that baby.”

You blinked up at him, shaking. “Bab—Ezra…?”

He gently picked you up, placed your feet on his shoes, like it was some weird fairytale.

“You know I’d never hurt you my precious ,” he whispered. “I only killed the people who didn’t deserve you baby.”

You wanted to scream — but something in you froze. He looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. Like all the blood was just background noise.

“I love you,” he said. “I always have. I did this… for you.”

And somewhere deep down, through the fear and shock and horror… a part of you remembered how safe he always made you feel.

Even now.