𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝

Chapter XVII : Dreams of Murder

Flesh squelching, blood splatters on your mask, your heavy breathing as you stab multiple times into the body. Blood pours out of your victim's body as you smile crazily while doing that.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! This is what I'm talking about! Did you enjoy it? Their pleas not to be killed, the blood pouring out of them—first, you see them just the color of their skin, now all you can see is red!" Stu, your father, said in your mind.

You're standing up from the dead body of a guy, you're wearing a black cloak, Ghostface mask, black hand glove, and a knife that has blood on it.

You swipe your gloved hand on the knife, cleaning off the blood as it comes clean.

'Now all you see is red! RED!' He laughs in your head.

You wake up abruptly, sitting on the edge of the bed with a hand on your pounding head, still feeling the lingering ache from the vivid dream. To your surprise, Tara isn't beside you, and you assume she might be downstairs with the rest of the group.

As you descend the stairs, the sound of multiple voices mumbling catches your attention. You find them all gathered on the couch, engrossed in watching a breaking news report on the television. Your heart skips a beat when you see the victim on the screen - they look eerily familiar, almost as if you had dreamt about this very scene.

(BREAKING NEWS: A body of a man was found behind this local bar, stabbed 32 times from his face, body, neck, and sides before being stabbed in the head with the stabs in the face it might be hard to identify this man. But the local police were still on the ongoing investigation and find who's this unknown suspect)

"Hey, what's wrong?" I let out, and Sam just looked at me. "There was a killing last night at the local bar that is a little bit near to us."

I just looked at the television, and Kirby let out, "It might be Ghostface." She said. I just hold my head as it pounds and aches.

Tara looked at you and asked, "What's wrong, babe?" She asked you, but you just shake your head. "It's nothing, excuse me," you said, but Sam was observing you. The way you answered her sister is cold, as you make your way to the bathroom near the kitchen. You washed your face and looked in the mirror.

And it all comes back to your mind—the man's dead body, stabbing, blood spurting on your mask, his pleas to you while you stabbed him to death.

"You're the one who killed that man," Stu appeared beside you with his famous killer smile. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

"You felt your adrenaline creep up while you stabbed that man last night," he said. "You're becoming like me, Y/N," he added.

"Fuck no," I answered him, glaring at him in the mirror. "Fuck yes," he answered immediately. "Soon enough you'll become like me, hungry for something red Y/n."

His words echoed in your mind, sending chills down your spine. You tried to shake off the haunting thoughts and regain control of your emotions. "No, I won't become like you," you muttered defiantly, trying to push Stu's voice away.

Taking a deep breath, you splashed water on your face, hoping the cool sensation would ground you in reality. But the images of the gruesome act you dreamt about continued to replay in your thoughts.