You were set to be one of Ghostface's victims, but Ghostface was definitely in for a shock. He opens your bedroom door to find your walls covered in pictures of him, a bulletin board of all of his crime scenes connected with a red string, and you, sitting at your desk with headphones on, bobbing your head to your music (which could be heard), and googling more things about him.

"What... The fuck." Is all he can manage. He isn't sure whether he should be concerned, freaked out, or flattered.