♡Ghostface♡ x Reader

The Truth Unfolds

It's been two days since Kristeen asked me to leave her house, and I still can't shake the bad feeling. Why was she so defensive about Isaac being innocent? Today was my day off, and I was lounging on the couch, flipping through TV channels. The news came on, and I was barely paying attention—same old stories. But then I heard it: a murder had been reported.

At first, I thought it was just another random crime. But then I saw the name.

Kristeen.

"Wait, what?"

Kristeen was found dead in her own home. How is this even possible? Did Ghostface have it out for her too? Or is he just messing with me, taking away the last friend I had? My head was spinning, and my mental health was unraveling fast. I couldn't handle this anymore. So, I texted him.

"Why did you kill Kristeen??"

It took a moment, but he replied.

"She was better off dead. Besides, she wasn't your friend."

"What do you mean?? She was my friend! I told you not to kill my friends!"

He responded with a photo of her corpse. I had to cover my mouth to stop from throwing up.

"Trust me. After I show you this video, you'll see things differently."

"What video?"

"You'll find out tonight. See you soon, my princess."

I left him on read. What kind of video could he have that would make me question everything about Kristeen?

Hours passed, and I couldn't stop thinking about what he meant. What could Kristeen have done to deserve this? And worse—am I next? You can never predict what a killer is thinking.

Around 4 p.m., my phone rang. It was my mom. I hadn't heard from her in a while, so I thought a conversation might be a good distraction. Maybe even an opportunity to tell them I love them... just in case.

"Hey, Mom."

"Y/n! Thank God you're okay! I just heard about everything happening over there. I can't believe I was ever okay with you moving back! Your father and I are coming this weekend to help you pack and move back home."

"Mom, it's fine. I'm safe, I haven't even seen the killer."

Am I, though? I'm lying to myself, aren't I?

"No, you're not staying there and risking your life. You're coming home. End of discussion."

I gripped my phone tighter. "Mom, really, I'm okay."

"Start packing your things. We'll be there to get you this weekend. I love you, sweetie, this is for your own good."

"I love you too, Mom..." I said defeatedly.

I hung up, sighing. Great, now I have to deal with my landlord complaining about me breaking the lease.

Night falls, and anxiety gnaws at me. I can't stop thinking about what he's going to show me. Lying in bed with a book in hand, I try to distract myself, but the unease is too overwhelming. Sleep is out of the question.

Then, I hear it—a tap on my bedroom window.

Heart racing, I rush over and see Ghostface standing there, tapping the glass with his knife. My breath catches in my throat as I hesitantly slide the window open, allowing him in. He grunts as he clambers inside, his boots thudding heavily against the wooden floor.