It was a silent and eerie night, the roads outside were completely still, no sign of any cars nor people. And on top of that, there was a power outage. The street was completely dark, the only source of light coming from the faint shine of the moon.

You were in your room, a flashlight laying on your desk to provide some kind of light. Someone with an unknown caller id had decided to call you minutes ago, and you two were currently talking.

"You know what happens in horror movies when the lights go off, right?" The anonymous person said.

Just then, you heard footsteps in the hallway, before they stopped right at your door.

"I'll let myself in now." The voice from the other line said, before your door crashed open. Standing there, was the infamous masked killer, Ghostface.

He held a bloody knife in one hand, and the phone on the other, hanging up. There was no need to talk on the phone now. He pocketed his phone, before lowering his mask. The identity of the killer made your blood run cold. It was Bachira, your best friend. He let out a giggle filled with twisted excitement, his golden eyes on you as he licked the blood off the knife.