Ghostface pov
I followed my next target as they entered a house, loud music pouring out from what seemed like a party. Slipping into the garage unnoticed, I waited for someone to walk in.
It wasn't long before a girl opened the door, heading straight for the fridge. She grabbed a soda, sipping it casually, unaware of my presence.
She went to my high school. She was always such a bitch—someone I couldn't stand.
I crept up behind her and, in one swift motion, slit her throat. She crumpled to the ground, the soda spilling out, mixing with her blood. I snapped a quick picture of her lifeless body, another one for my collection.
I flicked off the lights and slunk back into the shadows, waiting to see if anyone else would come. The door creaked open, and I held my breath, but there wasn't a scream. A missed opportunity.
They turned the lights off and left, but a few minutes later, the door opened again. This time, there was a scream. I leaped out of hiding, slashing my knife through the air. Another girl fell to the floor, blood gushing from the wound. The chaos that followed was perfect—people panicked, running from the house. I managed to cut a few of them as they tried to flee.
I made my way toward the kitchen, where two girls were attempting to escape. The first one got away, but I stepped in front of the second. I raised my knife, ready to strike, but then I saw her.
She was stunning. A face I had never seen before, so striking it made me pause.
She lowered her arms, revealing her face fully, and I couldn't help but stare. She was different—she wasn't like the others. Her beauty was mesmerizing, and I was captivated, completely lost in her gaze.
Lowering my weapon, I moved closer, my hand brushing under her chin, lifting her face so I could take her in. Her eyes sparkled, staring right into mine, and I felt something stir inside me. There was fear in her, but something about that fear only drew me in more.
I almost didn't hear the police sirens in the distance, but the spell was broken. I reluctantly let go of her, slipping out through the back door and disappearing into the night.
The police arrived shortly after, raiding the house and questioning the survivors. I watched from the shadows, patiently waiting for my newfound star to make her way home. Once she did, I followed her.
Now I know where she lives. I'll be paying her a visit soon.
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FanfictionAfter the murders, my parents moved us away, taking me with them. I was too young to fully understand what was going on at the time. Years later, when the killings stopped, we figured it was safe to return. At least, I thought it was. I got my own a...
