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𝐢𝐯.

Y/N THOUGHT THE BEST, thing she could do at the moment was call the police, or atleast tell someone about what had just happened to her, so she shakily shot her hand down to the phone before she immediately scooped it up, all of her movements coming to a stop once she saw why she wouldn't be able to call anybody. The wire was cut, and she could've sworn her blood ran cold just by the realization. That only made her feel so much more worse, and she knew the intruder loved that wherever he was.

She didn't allow another thought to flow through her mind at all. All she did was throw the phone across the room with heavy breaths and muffled whines that came from her throat. She was so frustrated, and she had every right to be because she didn't know else she was going to do.

The female pushed her hands up to the sides of her head while she strained her eyes that darted all around her house, her breaths slowing down, but her heart still racing inside of her chest. She hated the fact that ghostface had so much control over her because it wasn't even an hour that they'd been talking to eachother.

Dropping her arms back down to her sides in panic, she whipped her head all around herself with worry still flowing through every part of her. This wasn't like anything she'd been through. This was exactly like the scary movies she'd loved oh so much, and she just hated that a lot. She didn't want to be starred next in a horror film that was based on real events, "Fuck..!! I.. need to leave!"

Y/N wasted absolutely no time in leaning her body over her couch, her hand wrapping around her sweater before she yanked it up, her eyes quickly setting on the keys that laid against her coffee table not too far from her.

She whirled her body around before she leaned herself over once again, this time her hand snatching up her keys that had a little jiggling sound that came from that action. She flinched at the sound, knowing that ghostface could still be anywhere around, just waiting for the perfect time to strike, "Shhh..!!!"

The teen actually couldn't believe that she was also shushing her own keys that wouldn't ever be able to speak, but she still thought she had a good reason on why she did it because she was sure that those keys could've been the reason why she ended up on the news.

Ignoring the bad feeling that grew within every inch of her aching body, Y/N only shivered before she bolted right for the door once again, making sure that it could atleast be open because she was not trying to use the same door the serial killer had just used.

She tugged and tugged on the door knob with low squeaks leaving out of her mouth, and just as she began to lose hope over herself, that's when a clicking sound hit through her ears, and the door was quickly swung back with a gasp being heard by herself.

There was nervous laughter that followed after the gasp, and the female didn't do anything else but slam the door shut, unaware of the fact that the serial killer was long gone and away from her home. Little did she know that he still had a way to look at her.

Her E/C eyes glanced at every part of the darkness, trying to find any hint of a familiar mask anywhere around her, but there wad nothing, and she hoped that she thought there was nothing because she didn't want to die so soon.

Yet another whine vibrating out of her throat, that's when the teen just took the quickest steps off of her porch, her body rushing with adrenaline as she went right to her car, her hand immediately wrapping around her door before she pulled her arm back, her nose being met with the sweet smell that came from the inside of her car.

She didn't pay that any mind though. She was way too worried about what was to come her way.