love and knives ~ ghostface x fem!reader

chapter 3 - just like a ghost

y/n's pov

i lied down on the couch and turned on the television. and i then realized, my mother isn't here. i could break all the rules! i got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. i grabbed the stove cook able popcorn and took out a pan. i put it in and waited for a little while. after the popcorn finished, i grabbed it and sat back onto the couch, turning on the television. the default channel that came on was the news, and it was about.. sidney..? i quickly turned up the volume and continued to watch. "young lady, sidney prescott, is being taken down with her boyfriend, billy loomis, for questioning. she claims to have had a person with a ghost mask with a shrieking expression within her own house and accuses billy loomis of being our masked murderer." the news lady on the television stated. her voice slowly faded in my very own mind. sidney? sidney prescott? my friend from school? white noise filled my head quickly. all of a sudden..

ring, ring!

i jumped at the noise and reached over to the phone to answer it. "jesus fuck, randy! you scared the shit out of me!" i paused, "anyways, what's up?" i assumed and asked. "what's your favourite scary movie?" a raspy voice asked, perhaps randy was just fucking around with me. "come on, dude. you know it! is that seriously all you called me for?" i giggled, sitting down on the couch. "hm, i don't think i do know it," he said in an odd tone that i honestly couldn't comprehend. "it's the shining, you dumbass! you work at the video store for christ sakes and you're a horror fanatic! you don't know a classic?" i laughed as i kicked my feet back and forth slowly as i held the phone up to my ear. "you know, i'm not randy," the voice replied in a more stern-sounding tone. i felt shivers creep deep down my spine at that remark. "how.. did you get this number?" i asked as i got up from the couch and checked out of the windows. who the fuck would be prank calling at this hour? it was already 10. "i must've dialed the wrong one, apologies." the voice had apologized on the other end.

i sat back down on the couch with a more calm tone, this happens all the time with people. "ah, no worries. why.. did you ask about my favorite horror movie?" i couldn't help but wonder. why would he have asked me that? "oh, i just thought you were a different person," he explained briefly. "oh, don't worry about it! bye now!" i smiled as i hung up and put the phone back into it's holder. i thought purely nothing of it and continued to watch the television. 5 minutes after the news broadcast had finished, it rang again. i shrugged my shoulders and leaned over, picking up the phone and bringing it up to my ear. "hello?" i said into the phone, resting it in between my shoulder and my ear as i turned off the tv. "hello, (y/n)," the oddly familiar voice on the other side said in more of a whisper tone. "wait.. what did you just say?" i pulled the phone quickly back into my hand. "i said 'hello, stranger'," he considerably repeated. "that's.. not what you said." i muttered into the phone speaker as i got up and paused what i was saying for a moment.

"go jerk off to some other chick with bigger boobs, and leave me the fuck alone! i'm hanging up!!" i continued with a voice that was considered exclaiming. "hang up the phone and i'm gutting you like a fish, do you understand me?!" the man on the other side said with a stern tone. was he threatening me? i couldn't help but just stand there, stunned at what he had said to me. "i.. i understand." i could feel small areas of water form in my eyes. "good, so obedient. i just want to talk," he said simply. "about.. what?" i asked, wiping my eyes quickly. "about your friend, sidney prescott." the voice explained on the other side. "well, if we're gonna talk, what's your name?" i asked, cheering up a bit at the fact that i may be able to report this sick fuck to the police. "oh i wouldn't say that's necessary, you can just call me 'wrong number' for now, okay? i don't want you getting any ideas." he said as if he had a shit eating grin through the phone, which he probably did.

"well, then, 'wrong number', why'd you pick me specifically?" i couldn't help but wonder. out of like 25 million other numbers, why me? "oh i don't know, you seem significantly interesting." wrong number replied. i ran my fingers slowly through my hair. after a while, our conversation lasted about 2 hours. "well, this talk was fun, but i must be going for the night," i giggled. "wait!" the voice said just as i was almost done setting the phone back into the holder. i brought the phone back up to my ear. "i wanna say something," he continued. "oh? and what would that be?" i asked into the phone. for a moment, everything went silent. "hello?" i whispered into the phone. no reply. suddenly, the window's glass crashed and in came a figure with a long black cloak, big combat boots that look liked they were platformed, and a shrieking ghost mask that stared deep within any soul who looked in it's eyes.

"uh.. wrong number!! help, someone's in my house and literally right in front of me!!" i exclaimed into the phone. to my surprise, i could hear what i had just said come out. it sounded oddly like me, as well. "well, i haven't really got a clue on who it could be," the voice said smugly into the small cellular device, hanging up the call and showing me the phone before putting it back into the cloak somewhere out of sight. "you.. you killed casey, didn't you?" i could hear my voice break while saying that, and i curse myself for that action. "ding ding! smart girl, aren't you?" he chuckled lowly at that, playfully turning the knife in between his gloved fingers. my hands formed into fists, but soon faded back to their original position. i don't know why, maybe to attempt to assert dominance?

he approached me at a normal pace and lifted my face to where his would be, making it so we're staring at each other. i didn't speak, as i didn't want to risk anything happening. he was a serial killer, after all. "awh, i'd feel horrible if i got rid of you now, you truly are adorable," the 'wrong number' whispered the last part. it made me turn at least 20 shades of red, from bright to dark. "i- thank you.." i replied in awe. i would have never expected that from somebody in a ghost mask who kills people. he removed his hand from my chin and took a step back. "i do have to go for now.. say, why don't i give you something to remember me by?" he stated as he tilted his head. i hesitantly yet slowly nodded as he approached me with his knife still in hand.

"now, hold still, little warning though, it will hurt." the voice gave a little heads up. he quickly slashed his knife into my side and took it back out. "mother f-fucker!" i exclaimed in pain. the ghost man left the area and came back with some rubbing alcohol and bandages that looked like casts. he gestured for me to sit on the couch, and i obeyed. wrong number applied the rubbing alcohol, which hurt like dick. i clenched my teeth when the sting hit like a bus hitting a kid, very painful. he wrapped the gauze around the wound and got up. "very strong," he lowly chuckled as he got up and exited my house. i got up from the couch as pain surged through my side. "fuck!" i yelled, as i continued to go up the stairs and into my bedroom. after a while of staring up at the ceiling, i fell asleep. the next morning, i had went downstairs. i planned to clean up the glass today, except - it was all reset. like nothing had happened. it was just like he wasn't even there - 

just like a ghost.