𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 || 𝐁𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫

✯𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕪; 𝕍𝕚𝕔 𝕋𝕨𝕠✯

Troy was in his room reading some comics. That was until he heard the phone ringing. Unsure who it was, he answered the phone. At first there was a bit of hesitation from the voice before it talked. That was his first mistake of the night. It was answering the phone like a moron would.

"Is this Troy?" The voice asked.

"Yes, who is this?" Troy asked with a shaky tone.

"A friend of a friend." The voice answered.

"Okay, what the fuck is this? Some kind of sick joke?" He asked frantically.

"Not at all, just making conversation. Tell me, what's your favorite scary movie?" The voice asked.

"Probably The Conjuring." Troy answered a bit more calmer.

"It's about that possessed house, right?" The voice asked.

"Yeah." Troy said.

"Oh, I love that movie. Especially the part where the woman knew something was wrong." The voice stated.

He saw how Troy walked around to lock his doors and windows. He monitored Troy's movements and where he was going. By the time Troy started locking everything, the killer was already inside of the house. He knew that he needed to distract Troy more if they were to pull this off. They had already struggled with Angela.

They didn't want the same thing with Troy. He was more vigilant. A jock. He knew when to sense danger and wasn't dumb like Angela. The caller vigilantly watched his movements and patiently waited for an answer to his statement.

"Yeah, that's the movie." Troy answered him.

"Wanna tell me where you live?" The voice asked in a flirtatious tone.

"Sorry, I'm not into dudes." Troy said sounding a little scared.

"Don't worry, I can already see your pretty face from the window." The voice said amused.

"Wait..." Troy trailed off and looked outside.

"It's cute how you think I don't know how to hide myself." The voice joked. "Isn't that what I'm good at? Hiding? That's always what you told me." The voice told him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Troy asked annoyed.

"Let me remind you a bit. Brown hair, 5'9, five friends, 17 and you just love calling me a queer." The voice explained in a harsh, cold tone.

"I don't know anyone like that." Troy replied as he was looking around outside.

"Does this ring a bell?" He asked without the voice changer.

He looked as Troy's face changed from calm to panic and quickly ran towards his front door. Troy ran up to his room and closed the door. He was now on his bed with what seems to have been a kitchen knife that was less dangerous. It couldn't penetrate your skin easily, you'd have to apply a lot of pressure to achieve that to happen. In Troy's condition, he wouldn't be able to make that pressure point. He was too afraid to do so.

Troy grabbed the phone. He slowly and hesitantly put it to his ear while looking around. To say he wasn't afraid, would be a lie. He was fearing for his life, because for all he knew the caller could be in his house, hiding somewhere. Locking his door would've been a logical move if he didn't lock himself in with the killer. He knew that one of the rules about horror movies was to look around before you lock yourself in.