This is set in present time and the last ghostfaces were scream 2. DO NOT START COMPLAINING BOUT SPOILERS GO WATCH THE MOVIE FIRST. or be like my impatient ass and spoil it for yourself (0 _ 0)
You're sitting on the couch, watching Friday the 13th part 2 with a bag of sour gummy worms in your hand. You were chugging your mouth with candy as you watched Jason hack through a girl's chest. You had an odd obsession with horror movies but kept to yourself because you'd be scolded to death.
it's been 7 months since you moved to Woodsboro and honestly the people her are so timid. it's like they were scared of something, but you being the nonchalant anti-social you are, you ignore them.
You grab another sour worm and put it in your mouth. despite them being absolutely delicious, your mouth was getting dry as fuck, so you get up to grab a [DRINK OF CHOICE], when the landline on the kitchen wall begins to ring, shaking itself vigorously.
"𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦" you think to yourself, nobody's even used that phone, maybe a friend of the house's old owner was calling, assuming that they still lived here. you pick it up, not really thinking twice about it.
"Hello?" you ask, pulling the phone over to the fridge so you can get something to drink.
"Hello~" says a man with a raspy but somewhat attractive voice.
"I'm sorry, but the person you're trying to reach doesn't live here anymore."
"Oh, but I wanted to reach you"
"Is that so? and why did you want to reach me?" you had no idea where this would go, but this was slightly entertaining so you played along.
"I wanna talk to you, you have a nice voice."
"Why thank you." you actually sound like a dehydrated crow in a desert, but you except the compliment anyway.
"What's your name?"
"Sorry, fam, can't tell you that."
"Aww, that's too bad" you could tell his sad tone was a façade, "What are you up too?"
"I'm watching 'Friday the thirteenth part 2"
"You like horror movies too!?" you could here a little happy jolt in his voice.
"Yeah, you could say that." what an odd way to meet a fellow fan
"What's your favorite?"
"Hmm...[ya favorite]."
"Good taste."
"Hey, who are you?"
"I'm Ghostface."
"No, like your government name, silly."
"Oh, but this way it's more mysterious and exciting."
"Oh, is it now?" you ask, putting the cup to your mouth
"I mean think about it, a hot girl gets a call from an unknown number, the caller is unidentifiable, and she doesn't even know that she's being watched."
you choke on your drink, nearly dying before getting yourself together.
"What?"
"What's wrong?"
You rush to all your doors and windows, ensuring that they're secure
"Alright, Ghostface, calls over." you began feeling uncomfortable
"YOU HANG THIS PHONE UP,BITCH, AND YOU'LL BE HANGING FROM A TREE WITH YOUR FINGER CUT OFF"
You stand there, frozen in fear. What was this guy's problem? he need a snickers bar or sum?
"And don't even think about calling the police, they'll never make it in time." he was right, the police were at least 3 miles from your house, and he was clearly no more than 4 feet from it.
"Now...What.is.your.name?"
"...[NAME]...It's [NAME]"
"Awww, how cute."
"What do you want?!" you sounded like a mixture of furious, scared, and a lost voice
"I wanna play a game~"
"What kind of game?" you ask slowly, making your way to the steak knife on your counter
"Oh, just 'spin the bottle' or-HEY! I SAW THAT! DROP THE DAMN KNIFE."
you drop it swiftly but reluctantly.
"We'll be playing a little horror movie trivia. let's start with a little warm up question. Who is the main antagonist in 'House of wax', Bo, Vincent, Or Lester?"
"Uhm...Bo"
"Great, now let's get to the good stuff."
"Damn it, don't want to play the stupid game."
"Sugartits, dearest, I need you to cooperate. I don't want to have to an understudy to play your role. Now, what kind of knife did Michael Myers use in 'Halloween'?"
"......"
"The clocks ticking,[NAME]."
you glance over at the knives on the kitchen table, contemplating if you would grab one or not, when you see it.
"A LAMSON!"
"Correct, your doing so well. Next question, would you let me hit?"
this bitch here. the nerve of him to ask that ludicrous question, Of course you would that's obviou-
"GET OFF MY DAMN PHONE!"
"So no head?"
You ignore his question, shoving the phone back onto the rack. you grab the steak knife again, shoving a backup knife in your pocket. You're in a positioned by the kitchen table, ready to strike. the only sound you could hear were the screams of Jason's victims on the tv. "Shit!" you whisper yell to yourself, those screams echoed in your head. You didn't want to end up like them. then that damn phone starts ringing again. you, reluctantly, pick it up.
"I'm gonna assume that the answer to my question is no, but let's answer a more important question. Am I at the front door or the back."
"Leave me alone!"
"Oops, that's incorrect, Sugartits. Answer: your bedroom window." Damn it, a trick question. you hear the sound of glass shattering, followed by loud footsteps.
You have your back to the corner of the kitchen threshold with your knife in the air. you peak around the corner, your eyes meeting face to face with the infamous Ghostface, widening at the sight. he attempts to attack you, but you dodge him easily.
You try to stab him, but he smacks the knife out of your hand, pushing you into the kitchen. He swings at you with little to no force in his swings, you could tell he was just toying with you, but you fought no less.
You grab the backup knife out of your pocket, swinging back at him. he gives you a rough push on your chest, making you fall backwards. you attempt to catch yourself with the nearest object, but all you grabbed was your cup of [insert drink], pouring it all over yourself. your face and collarbone was dripping with juice.
Oh. Oh~.
You don't waste anytime, throwing the glass cup at his head. it shatters and he backs up, trying to regain his balance. you use this time to your advantage and stab him in the right hand with a shard of glass. it cut right through his leather glove.
"FUCK!" he shouts, snatching the shard back out of his hand. finally, he was vulnerable. you try to attack him again but he kicks you to the ground. "I'll be back, Sugartits~" his footsteps are the last thing you hear before passing out.
