The sound of the knife carving into the wall as he chased after you filled your ears. You were sure it’d leave you restless at night, that was if you made it out alive of course.

“Oh, come on, all I asked was if you had a favorite scary movie…” He drawled, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

You were enjoying a night alone, when suddenly the phone rang and a man was on the other line asking what your favorite movie was. It’s been rumored that this has been happening for years now, but you never thought you’d be his last victim. Now you were running through your home trying to escape him.

“And you couldn’t even answer that. How disappointing...” A smirk curled its way onto his lips as he watched you run into your bedroom. He quickly followed behind you, snaking his arm around your waist while his other hand wrapped around your hair.

“Why don’t we make our own movie?” He asked, reaching his gloved fingers into his pocket and pulling out a camera. He pulled you close, positioning the camera so you’d both be in it. “Scream for the camera, dollface!”