you weren’t exactly sure what was happening; why people were running, scattering in every direction around you — looks of horror stuck on their faces. screams in the distant rooms of the house.

your house.

your halloween party had been highly anticipated, and you were overjoyed when it kicked off with a success; groups of faces, familiar and unfamiliar, filling your home as the music boomed & drinks flowed.

but now, you were pushing past the crowd, forcing yourself deeper into the house to find the cause of the hysteria — you had to, it was your house after all.

your heart sank in your chest when you saw it.

there, laid in the middle of your kitchen floor was a body — a pool of blood oozing out onto the tile floor.

your breathing stopped.

but nothing could keep your eyes from flicking up to the figure that leaned comfortably against the kitchen counters nearby; the glint of a blade catching your attention.

tall, dressed in nothing but black — a white, ghost-like mask standing out against the darkness.

your lips fell slack.

what the fuck.