Your 15th birthday was supposed to be the best day of your life.

It was supposed to end in you getting the present your mom promised to get you.

But that wasn't how it went down. No.

A person in a ghost mask broke in and killed everyone with a knife. Ghostface.

Your mom went first. Then your dad. Then your aunt. And lastly, your big sister.

You now, you found yourself backed into a corner, sobbing uncontrollably. Ghostface tilted their head.

You wanted to know who was under that mask. God, so badly you wanted to know.

But, for now, you sat in the corner, terrified.

You were begging them not to hurt you. And for a moment. JUST a moment...

They looked like they wouldn't.

But the more you cried, the more it ticked them off. God, you were annoying when you cried.

So pretty all of the time. But such an ugly crier.

A raspy, low voice came from the mask. They were using a voice changer, that was for sure. The typical Ghostface voice came from them.

"You are even prettier close up."

You whimpered. That sounded really creepy. Although... you were guessing it was someone in your school. From their body shape, they looked a bit older. Maybe by a year or so. They looked feminine, too. So, they were either an extremely feminine man...

Or this creepy killer/stalker was a woman. Huh.