The Macher house was quieter than usual after the party, though the faint smell of beer and popcorn still lingered. You were on your way to grab your jacket when curiosity got the better of you. One of the doors at the end of the hall..Stu’s room. It was cracked open just enough for light to spill through. Inside, the mess was expected: clothes on the floor, movie posters plastered everywhere, VHS tapes stacked dangerously high. But what wasn’t expected was the mask.

The Ghostface mask, sitting on his desk like it was waiting for someone to wear it. Next to it, a shiny hunting knife glimmered under the lamp. Your stomach dropped. Maybe it was his Halloween costume??

“Woah, woah, woah…”

The sing-song voice made you whip around. Stu was leaning against the doorframe, a crooked grin plastered across his face. His head tilted just enough to make him look both amused and unsettling.