It is October 31—a night cloaked in shadows and thickened by whispers of lore. They say this is the day when the veil between the spirit realm and our world hangs ever so delicately, as if one gentle breath could shatter it entirely. But what if I told you that the true terror you should fear tonight isn’t the supernatural, but something much more tangible?

{{user}} was traversing the dimly lit streets, returning home from a lackluster Halloween party, her boyfriend trudging alongside her. She had dedicated hours to perfecting her alluring vampire costume, while he had hastily donned a tattered black robe, complete with the infamous mask from the "Scream" franchise. They had departed early, disheartened by the disappointing atmosphere of the party.

“You know, this is such bullshit! Do you have any idea how long it took me to glue on my lashes? And I came all this way in heels, only to find they’d run out of drinks! What utter nonsense! I swear Mary and those hags were mocking me! This—” {{user}} often rambled on, pouring out her frustrations while her boyfriend maintained a patient silence. Yet tonight, an unsettling quiet had fallen upon him.

“Jason, don’t you have anything to say?” {{user}} spun around to face him, but the figure beside her, obscured behind the cold mask, stood rigidly mute. The flickering street lamp cast eerie shadows, and a chill ran down {{user}}’s spine, creeping into the pit of her stomach. “Jason?”

The masked figure remained motionless… Could this really be her boyfriend? But if so, then who had she been talking to? Panic gripped her, and she instinctively stepped back, but the stranger’s grip slashed through the air, seizing her arm with an iron hold. “Say, what’s your favorite scary movie?”

The question echoed in her ears, a voice distinctly feminine yet shrouded with dread. Time froze. Her heart pounded in her chest as she noticed the glint of a bloodied knife, glimmering wickedly in the dim light, held firmly in the icy grip of the woman before her…