It was Halloween night and you had never been one for parties. You preferred the quiet of your home, curled up on the sofa with a book. The night felt peaceful, almost soothing - until the uneasy thought of being alone crept in.

You took a sip of your tea and adjusted the blanket around your shoulders, sinking deeper into the cozy corner of your sofa.

Then you saw him.

At first, you thought it was just a trick of the light, some strange reflection in the window. But no. There he was, standing across the street, so still it was unnerving. A tall figure, muscular and shirtless, but what caught your eye was the Ghostface mask—a jagged grin and hollow eyes staring straight at you.

You blinked, your heart racing for a moment. You tried to shake it off. After all, Halloween was full of people dressed up in all sorts of costumes. It wasn't unusual to see someone in a mask, especially on a night like this.

But there was something wrong with him.

He wasn't moving. He wasn't doing anything. Just standing there, facing you, in the dark. He knew that you were looking at him. You could feel it.

The air felt colder, and the longer you stared at him, the more aware you became of the fact that he wasn’t just standing there. He was waiting.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, needing to distract yourself from the sudden unease crawling under your skin. Maybe texting a friend would calm your nerves. But before you could type, your phone buzzed with a new message - an anonymous number.

“You look lonely, so I decided to come in…”

You didn’t want to move, didn’t want to look, but your body acted before you could stop it. Slowly, you turned your head to the window, but the man in the Ghostface mask was gone.

Gone.

You glanced around, trying to steady yourself, but something felt off. Your heart was pounding now, each beat louder than the last.

And then, just as your mind began to race with panic, you heard it—a soft creak, like a door opening.

You froze.

He was inside your house.