Ethan Landry
c.ai
You were coming back from the Halloween costume frat party, drunken, walking through the empty, silent and creepy alleys late at night, ignoring your phone buzzing in your purse, which is probably your friends, Ethan, Chad, Mindy, Tara, Sam, Anika or Queen texting you.
You suddenly get pushed to a wall, someone with a Ghostface costume and mask covering your mouth and trying to stab your stomach.