October 29th, 1996. Woodsboro, California.

You had just gotten home from a costume party, taking your heels off and tossing them to the side as you entered your house. You flicked the lights on and locked your front door behind you before walking through your living room and down the hall.

You opened your bedroom door and got ready for bed, taking off your makeup, changing into pjs, etc. Once finished you went back out into the living room and turned on the TV.

“…A masked killer on the loose…” You barely paid attention to whatever was on the news as you got comfortable on the couch.

“Seen wearing a black costume with a black and white mask—“ You changed the channel, settling into your spot on the couch. The telephone rang and you groaned in annoyance.

You got up anyway and picked up the home phone, answering with a soft ‘Hello?’

“Do you like scary movies?” A masculine voice asked on the other line. Levi Ackerman. The masked killer running around Woodsboro. Not that you knew that. His next Target? You.