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Please don't kill me Mr. Ghost Face(Bang Chanxreader)

This is one is kinda sick and twisted y'all...I was getting too into he horror element and forgot about the smut until the end. So sex with a stab wound it is!

Tigger warning: murder and stabbing

Idol: Bang Chan - Stray kids

lil_weirdo_weeb thank you for recommending Chan!!

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You get ready for bed closing the windows and locking the doors. It was Halloween night and plenty of people pulled pranks on this night. Not only pranks but also commiting crimes.

"I think you're being dramatic," your friend says over the phone.

"I think I'm being safe," you sigh locking the last door.

"The killer only killed one person and it's been three weeks since then," she sighs

"Yeah, but they still haven't caught him," you lock the final door before heading upstairs to your bedroom.

Three weeks ago a 19 year old girl was found brutally stabbed four times. Your small town has gone crazy over the killer since. They named him ghost face due to the mask that was found at the crime scene. The mask was said to be a sigh he left behind since there was no evidence of it ever being worn.

"I'm going to bed girl," your friend says catching you off guard.

"Forgot I was in the phone for a second, goodnight," you blow a kiss through the phone.

You turn on your TV before laying down for bed. You choose to watch a horror movie as if that wouldn't make you more paranoid. You turn on Chucky and turn of your bedside lamp.

You drift asleep after a little while. Your parents were on a business trip for the time being so you were alone...then why did you hear a door just open?

You wake up to a vase slamming to the ground. You quickly sit up grabbing the pocket knife your father bought before leaving. You grab your phone going to dial 911 before realizing you never put it to charge.

"Of course this happens to me," you whisper to yourself.

You gently place your feet on the ground, sliding off your bed and quietly crawling to the door. You stand up as careful as possible before opening your bedroom door. The only other phone in the house was a landline downstairs.

You hear footsteps coming up the left staircase and use it as your chance to take the right staircase. They never met and when you get down a few steps the other person can't see you.

You get back on your hands and knee crawling over to the stairs. You weren't the best at walking lightly, so crawling was your best bet. You finally reach the stairs and skip the first one since it was very loud.

Once fully down the stairs you carefully look around before walking to the phone. The cold kitchen tiles made no noise as you hide behind the kitchen island and dialed.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"There's someone in my house," you whisper looking around.

"I'm sorry ma'am you're cutting out," the lady on the phone says.

"Help, please," you hear running upstairs.

"WHERE ARE YOU! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!" He yells from upstairs.

You crawl over to the kitchen closet locking yourself inside. The door only closed from the outside so your crawled deep inside, moved all the cleaning products, and stood as quiet as possible.