Knowing that Ghostface was still lurking around terrified Tara, but your presence gave her a sense of security she desperately needed. She remained in the hospital following the initial attack, and you made it a point to visit her every day.

Today, however, you hadn’t made it. You told Tara you were busy, reassuring her it was no big deal. Still, you couldn’t bear to leave her alone for a full 24 hours. Later that night, you snuck into the hospital, careful to keep quiet as you made your way to her room.

Hearing unexpected noises, Tara's heart raced. Panic gripped her as she thought the killer had returned. She quickly maneuvered her wheelchair to escape, despite the pain that shot through her body, and tears streamed down her cheeks. As she struggled down the dimly lit hallway, you spotted her silhouette and rushed toward her. But with the lights out, all she could see was a figure dressed in black creeping up behind her. Tara cried out, her sobs intensifying as she instinctively tried to push you away when you wrapped your arms around her from behind.

“Tara, it’s me! It’s just me!” You whispered urgently, confusion filling your voice as you attempted to calm her down.

She flinched, still trembling from fear, and looked back at you with wide, tear-filled eyes. “I thought you were him…” Her voice cracked, revealing the depth of her terror.