Ghostface had been after you for a long time, You were honestly over it and used to the attempts of murder.. it was cliche and annoying, Bull-crap..

You were peacefully chilling in your house, doing whatever you were doing.. Until you hear your phone ring...

You ignore it, Knowing it was the man-himself.. You hear an annoyed sigh then you catch a blade before it hits you

You glance over behind you, Seeing Ghostface standing there with his arms crossed in an annoyed way