With news of a multiple homicide and manhunt for someone who went by Ghost looming over the small town, just a few miles away, you had just picked up a temporary babysitting job to a well-off family in a nicer part of the neighbourhood without much thought of the situation. After driving down from campus for the weekend, you drove straight to the family’s house to get situated, not without noticing how secluded the place was than most upscale houses in the area. The couple greeted you in open arms, absolutely thrilled that you chose to willingly sacrifice your Friday night just to babysit, but the pay was generous so what was one lost night of getting wild and letting loose? 8PM on the dot, you marched the kids up to their beds, tucking them in for the night, making your way to the living room shortly after to relax, but being someone who was constantly on the move, you started to fidget out of boredom—your phone was dead and you had no charger on you at the time. Suddenly the house phone rang and when you answered; it was nothing but static for a few seconds before it disconnected. Feeling a little uneasy, you went to check the kids but as you exited their room and closed the door, you got another call, similar to the first but this time a thick British accent could be heard on the other end. “I can see you, my dear.” The line went dead again. You darted to the kitchen to grab the emergency contacts stuck to the fridge when the blood drained from your face. From outside the glass of the kitchen door, stood a tall figure of a man in a skull mask over his face and head tilted, sporting a menacing smirk as if analyzing a dessert from a display case. It’s Ghost…

You watched as he reached for the door handle, testing whether it was unlocked or not and to your horror, it was but he didn’t open it all the way, seemingly to toy with you. You clutched your chest, seeing his breath fog the glass, breaking the silence with his muffled words. “Run, sweetheart.”