Ghostly Presence|| Ghostface x Reader

Meeting him

     Danny was ecstatic. He had been watching her for a while. His new muse. He felt revitalized in a way he hadn't felt in a while. There was something about her that made him feel like he was beginning his work all over again. Maybe it was his plan. This was the first time he thought about going above and beyond his usual work. He had finally decided. He was going to kill her though, it would take more work than usual. He wouldn't just kill her he would break her. He would haunt her and destroy everything she had, only to lead her closer to Jed. He would make her trust him, fall in love with him even, only to reveal himself as her stalker. The very thing that hurt her would be him. And it would be her fault for being so naive and trusting. It would be the highlight of his career. Watching her fall into a million pieces wondering why. Realizing she had done this to herself. Only to continue loving him.

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     Another week had gone by and you found yourself sitting on your couch eating some leftovers you had heated up from yesterday. You flipped the channel almost immediately as the news began to talk about Ghostface again and kept wondering about when he would strike next. It was all you ever saw on tv since you had gotten to Roseville and you couldn't help but get annoyed at it. You kept flipping through the channels until you heard your phone begin to ring. You froze in your spot before deciding it was probably just someone from work or even Sara. You had gone back a few times to the grocery store getting more things for work and eventually exchanged numbers. It was difficult back home making friends but now you had a fresh new start and wanted to give it a try.
     You walked over to the phone calming yourself a bit before picking it up. "Hello?" you asked as pressed the phone against your ear.
     "Hello," you heard a voice reply making you stop. You had heard this voice before. It was the same caller as before. "What? Cats got your tongue?" the voice mocked.
     "What do you want?" you asked firmly.
     "Well that's rude isn't it? I think the better choice would have been 'hows it going?'" the voice replied.
     "Stop calling," you replied about to hang up the phone until his voice cut through.
     "I wouldn't do that if I were you," the voice responded.
     You stopped, wondering. There was no way. "Do what?" you asked hoping it wouldn't be the answer you thought it was.
    "I wouldn't hang up the phone," the voice answered. It was then you could feel your heart drop into your stomach.
Maybe he had just guessed it, you thought to yourself. You looked around at all the windows in your living room including the sliding door to your backyard.
    "Trying to find me already? Eager aren't you?" the voice mocked making you shake.
     "What do you want from me?" you asked as you felt the tears form in your eyes.
"I wanted to talk to you. You seemed bored watching tv," the voice added only confirming your fears further.
"Please I-" you began to say but the voice interrupted you.
"Don't start begging now. That's for later," the voice mocked.
"What- what do you wanna talk about?" you asked into the phone.
"Anything really. I love hearing how terrified you sound," the voice added.
"Who are you?" you asked.
"I think you know who I am," the voice said. "But if not I'll give you hint. I'm a fan. I enjoy everything you do. From watching you eat, to watching you sleep, and my favorite are those stories you write," the voice said making your eyes go wide. You had thought back to when you found your desk disorganized. You never left it that way. "You really have a knack for writing horror you know. Though, I don't think the main character should live. I mean it's not fun that way is it?" the voice asked. Your body had frozen and you didn't know what to say or do. Suddenly, everything felt overwhelming. You hung up the phone and quickly turned around to grab a knife from your counter when you realized it was gone. How could it be gone? You had it here earlier.
"You didn't think I would just leave that there would you?" a voice said from behind. For a brief second you debated whether you should even turn around. Was it worth it? Could you even win this fight? Before you could even decide your feet moved for you. You stared in horror at the figure in front of you. A white mask stared directly back leaving you stunned. You were a deer in headlights.
"G-Ghostface," you almost whispered in shock. He was tall and stood quietly as you remained frozen staring at him. He had a long cloak that covered his body to his legs but you could make out the black pants underneath.
The mask moved slowly up and down confirming it as if it wasn't obvious enough. He moved closer and then you felt yourself kick into gear. You started to run but he had caught up to you within seconds and pushed you to the ground of the living room floor. As you tried to crawl away he grabbed your leg and pulled you towards him before he flipped you over. You screamed in fear feeling his weight crush on top of you leaving you pinned to the floor. He quickly covered your mouth with one hand and showed his knife in the other. He pressed the cold blade against your cheek causing your breath to hitch and you closed your eyes waiting. Without even realizing you started to cry and felt yourself shake under his grasp. There was no fighting this. You couldn't even get up if you tried. A few seconds passed and you opened your eyes slowly to see him looking down at you.
"You're not even gonna try are you?" you heard his cold voice come through the mask. You shook your head no and regretted it as you felt the blade press harder against your cheek. "Well that's no fun. I expected more from you," he said. Without even realizing you had started to cry and felt yourself shake under his grasp. "What's wrong? I thought we were having fun," he mocked as he stared down at you. "How about we make a deal?" he said and you stayed silent for a moment pondering. "I'll move my hand. If you scream, this knife..." he said digging the knife a bit into your cheek, "will go straight through that pretty face of yours. If you behave. Then maybe I'll let you go," he said making you feel something other than fear. You felt yourself go still as those words played out in your head. He would let you live. If you just didn't scream. "So do we have a deal?" he asked and you nodded in agreement. He slowly lifted his hand from your mouth as if he expected you to scream but you didn't.
"Please just let me go," you said through tears. It almost didn't feel real. There was no way Ghostface was in your house right now. It felt like a bad dream.
"But I like having you here," Ghostface taunted. His weight pressed further down on you making your ribs and waist feel compressed. For half a second you couldn't tell exactly what you were feeling. "You're so much more fun up close. Do you know how long I've been waiting? I've watched you for a while now," he said and though you should've felt uneasy you could feel the space between your legs get warmer. He pressed the knife against your cheek again and a small moan left your lips. You looked up at him hoping he hadn't noticed. You watched as he stayed silent for a moment. "Don't tell me you like this. Do you?" he asked curiously. This wasn't how you should be feeling. You should've been terrified. And you were. But part of you felt curious. Part of you felt ashamed. He pressed the knife against you harder this time and another tiny moan left your lips.
"I knew you were strange. I didn't think you would make it so easy though," he said and you could tell he was smiling behind his mask.
"I-I'm just scared," you said feeling ridiculous at having to explain yourself to a killer.
"Really? Is that it?" he said toying with you. Your brows furrowed in annoyance and he chuckled. "I was waiting for that tough girl act you put on the phone," he said as he moved his knife slowly to your lips. You tried to wiggle out from under him but couldn't. "Im not just gonna let you go that easy," he said in a tone that made you freeze again.
"I-I'll do anything," you said nervous of his reaction. He stared down at you in silence contemplating what you had said.
"Anything?" he asked as his knife moved from your face. You squealed as you felt the cold steel of the blade press against your thigh near the bottom of your pajama shorts. You nodded slowly feeling somewhat ashamed that you enjoyed the idea.
You stayed frozen as you felt his weight shift above you and suddenly his knife was at your throat and his free hand was slowly tugging at the top of your pajamas. When he pulled them down to your knees you suddenly realized the situation you were in. "This is one of my favorite pairs," he said as he played with the hem of your panties. He moved them to the side and you could feel his gloved hand begin to rub against your clit. "Holy fuck you're soaked already," he said making you feel embarrassed. At first you felt tense but he continued slowly and eventually you relaxed giving into the feeling. He didn't pick up his speed though, and you were left wondering if he wanted you to say something.
"Beg for it," he said and you had to bite down the impulse to tell him to fuck off. How could you? You swallowed your pride and gave in.
"Please," you whimpered and he started to pick up the pace.
"So obedient," he said and you could feel one of his fingers dip into you making you let out a louder moan. His other hand went up to your face and you noticed his knife wasn't there anymore. He parted your lips and forced one of his fingers inside and you started to swirl your tongue around it slowly. You heard him make a small groan behind his mask and your hips bucked upwards wanting more approval. His pace picked up as he slowly pushed another finger inside of you and you couldn't help moan even louder than before. "Fuck you sound so good," he said as he continued to push his fingers back and forth. His other hand pulled away from your mouth and he gripped your thigh as he watched you move against him. He started to move his fingers faster as his thumb rubbed against your clit and you could feel your core start to heat up. You hadn't meant to get so worked up this fast but you couldn't help it.
"Don't stop please," you whined and he made another groaning sound behind his mask. He continued to push his fingers into you and then his other hand began to slowly move up your waist as he lifted up your shirt and started to grab at your chest. He pawed at your boobs and you could feel yourself about to be pushed over the edge.
"You're so fucking loud," he said as he moved his hand up to your face again and pushed his finger inside of your mouth. You almost gagged with how far he tried to push it as he grabbed your face.
"I'm gonna cum-" you started to moan as he continued to push his fingers in and out of your pussy. You closed your eyes as you felt yourself get closer. Your thighs tensed around his hand as you felt yourself finish and felt your legs begin to tremble. Suddenly, you heard a clicking noise that made your eyes shoot back open.
"Fuck you're hot," he said as he pulled his fingers out. You stared in shock at the camera he held in one of his hands. He picked up his knife from the ground with the other and you must have looked frightened as you stared at it.
"Don't worry kitten you did good," he said making you feel a little less scared. He stood up confusing you a bit but then you began to scramble to pull your shirt down and pajamas up. You continued to stare at the camera he held and he chuckled. "That's just in case you get any ideas. Don't worry I have a lot more of you," he said making you feel uneasy before you saw him pull up his cloak and tuck his camera away.
"Is that it?" you asked as you looked up at him from your spot on the floor.
"Awe that eager already?" he said staring down at you. "But I have to go," he added making you feel slightly disappointed. "Well if you're gonna make a pouty face it's gonna make it even more difficult to leave," he continued and you realized you had been frowning.
"Oh... ok," you said getting up from your place on the floor. You were reminded just how terrifying he was standing there even after what had happened. Even though you had enjoyed it you stared at the masked intruder before you feeling as vulnerable as before.
"I knew you would behave though, you made that so much easier than what I expected," he asked and you stayed silent. "You're gonna be good for me right?" he asked and you nodded. "See? Obedient. Scared. Though, if you get any fun ideas I'll just visit that little friend of yours from the grocery store," he said making you freeze for a moment. "Whats her name? Sara?" he asked making you shudder.
"I won't I promise," you said quickly. He just stared at you before turning around and opening the back glass sliding door to your yard. He looked back at you one last time before leaving and you just stood there silently.
After he had left you locked the door to the back yard and closed all the curtains in your house before you went to bed. You had left your light on and it took you a while before your eyes fully closed. You felt confused at what had happened that night but part of you knew. You enjoyed it.