love and knives ~ ghostface x fem!reader

chapter 1 - the first kill

casey becker's pov:

as i was preparing to watch a horror film by myself, i started making popcorn. i got the popcorn kernels in the tin foil and into the pan. i set it down on the counter and quickly turned up the stove heat, making it so it can actually cook. as i waited for it to slowly heat up, i double checked that the front door was ready for my parents to come in when they showed up. finally the stove was ready, so i grabbed the pan by it's handle and placed it on to the stove.

i shook it around a little bit to make it cook more thoroughly. i lightly jumped as i heard the phone ring, which was normal. i quickly went over, leaving the popcorn unattended while cooking. i picked it up and brought it up to my ear quickly, but not too fast. "hello?" i asked as i went back over to the stove to keep watching it. "hello," a more raspy voice replied to me on the other side. "may i ask who you are?" i continued. his voice didn't sound familiar at all, maybe it was somebody from school.

"i think i have the wrong number." the voice stated. perhaps he did. "ah well i hope you find the person you're trying to reach, bye now!" i removed the phone from up to my ear and placed it back in the holder. i went back to the stove to check on the popcorn again, yet the phone rang once more. was.. this a new person? or the same one? i left the popcorn again and answered the phone. "hello?" i said calmly.

"hello," the same sounding voice replied. what was his problem? didn't he say he had the wrong number? "you said you had the wrong number-- why did you call back?" i was genuinely confused, what individual would call back the wrong number again? "i wanted to apologize," the wrong number apologized. "well, now you've apologized, bye now." i was getting fed up. i hung up and put it back in it's holder again. as soon i tried to step away..

ring. ring.

i could feel myself grow more upset, what the fuck did this dude want? i tried to breathe and walked over to the phone again. "dude, what's your problem-" i tried to say, but got cut off by him saying "can it, bitch. if you hang up one more fuckin' time, i'll gut you like a fish." he said in a very stern way. "this is some sick prank you're playing!" i could feel tiny tears form in my eyes as i slammed the phone back into the holder again. i rested my back on the cabinet of the counter, causing myself to get a more comfortable position as i cried.

what kind of sick joke was this? the phone rang again as i shrieked in fear, what was he gonna do to me? i slowly got up and shakingly, picked up the phone and brought it up to my ear. "w-what do you want?" i stuttered with water flowing from my eyes. "i just want to talk," he said simply. "there's thousands of numbers for that!" i sobbed. "yes, but i solely wanna talk to you!" he replied in a way that sounded like yelling but it really wasn't. we both stayed silent for a moment. the silence grew, but not too loud due to my crying.

"what's your favourite scary movie??" the guy on the other side said. i took a moment to think about it, i wasn't entirely sure but then i got it. "mm.. halloween! you?" i replied, slowing my breathing, causing myself to calm down. "i'm not sure, what do you think?" he kept talking to me. "nightmare on elm street!" i giggled. "is that the one with the knives for hands?" he asked, probably not fully remembering. "yep! bingo! freddy kruger!" i said with enthusiasm. "oo, i like that movie. it was scary." he said in a way that seemed like overexaggerating but also wasn't.

"so, you have a boyfriend?" the voice asked me. "uh.. no." i lied. if this was legit, i wouldn't want steve in danger. "why, do you wanna ask me on a date?" i slightly chuckled, clearing the extra tiny tears from my eyes. i tried to cope with this using humor, maybe i wasn't going to die after all! "maybe," his voice sounded as if it had lowered a bit. "now, what's your name?" i smiled softly as i leaned on the counter. "well, why don't you tell me yours?" he replied. "why?" i chuckled.