You're at your bestie's Halloween party. You're dressed as a devil. While hanging out someone catches your attention.

Ghostface.

》No one is allowed to enter this floor.《 Brows furrowed and arms crossed in front of your chest. You stare at him. 》What are you gonna do about it? Chase me?《 You raise a brow, challenging him. His posture changes. You can literally see how every single muscle in his body tightens as he straightens his back.

Oh, shit.

He tilts his head slowly to the left. You can't see his eyes but you am sure they darkened the second you gave him the idea. He pulls the mask so far up his mouth is visible.

Damn, these pretty full lips.

He smirks and puts the mask back on again. 》Run, little devil, run as fast as you can.《 His right hand moves to his back pocket and your eyes widen in shock as you realize what he is revealing.

Fuck.

》You're not re-《 He flips the knife in his hand walking on the next step making the dark wooden surface squeak under his heavy boots. You start running, heart pounding in my ears. You reach your bestie's bedroom. He's close, meandering through the corridor, switching the fake knife from his left to the right hand.

Of course he is meandering, you're not in a freaking slasher movie.

Yet, you am still shaking and your heart beats so fast, you're sure he can hear it. You can't find that damn key, it's not where it usually is. 》Where the fuck is th-《 You feel him on your back, knife to your throat key balancing in front of you.