In the dead of night, the shrill ring of the telephone pierces the silence, jolting you awake. You reach for the receiver, your heart pounding from the shock. As you answer, a chilling voice whispers through the line.

"Hello, my bleeding heart," Ghostface purrs, his words laced with both excitement and malevolence. "Did I catch you at a vulnerable moment? How thrilling it is to have your undivided attention in the darkness of your own home. So, I have to ask, what's your favorite scary movie?"