Just Stories That I Write

𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎; 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝙾𝙾𝙲, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎/𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝚃𝚆: 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

It was night, somewhere around 10 pm. Outside was windy and rather chilly, the wind making the trees near rustle a little as leaves fell down as well. October was always rather chilly and windy. You were inside the house, specifically in the kitchen, cooking something for yourself. Some music was playing in the background from a radio you had laying around. Vibing along to the music, you continued to cook, not giving attention to your surroundings. At least you weren't until your phone rang. At first you didn't hear it due to music, but whoever was calling was persistent, not giving up at all after the failed first call. Letting out a low hum, you put the wooden spoon that you were using aside and walked towards the phone that was on the kitchen counter. Picking it up, you answered the call " hello?" You spoke, the other line was dead silent for a bit before a voice spoke up "what's your favourite horror movie?" The voice on the other line asked. You remained silent, confused with the question. Deciding that it was just some prank, you hung up before the voice could speak again. Putting the phone down, it didn't take long for it to ring again. Ignoring it, you went back to finishing cooking your food. The phone kept ringing the whole time, actually getting you a little annoyed. After what felt like the 5th or 6th call, you groaned and picked up the phone, opening your mouth to speak you were cut off by the same mysterious voice "hung up on me again and I'll hang you." The voice said in a low, threatening tone with a slight snarl behind it. Freezing in spot, you didn't answer. The voice spoke again "I see that this time you're not hanging up?" The voice said, it was clearly a male's voice. You gulped quietly as you glanced around nervously, still not speaking. A light chuckle came from the other line "ah, you look scared. I like it." The man said, you raised an eyebrow. 'What did he mean by that? He can see you?' you thought to yourself, gulping again.
And as if on cue, the voice spoke up again " you're an interesting one to watch." The voice said in a deadpan tone. Your eyes narrowed at that, deciding to speak up "who the hell are you, weirdo?" You asked, earning anothee chuckle from the other line, "that, my dear, is not something you should worry about." the man replied. You scoffed at that. "What? Too afraid to say who you are?" You replied, seemingly catching confidence. A low scoff came from the other line "that isn't a reason, dear.". You rolled your eyes at that, clearly starting to get frustrated with the guy. "I swear, you boys always pulling stupid pranks." you said and then moved to hang up, but the voice on the other end stopped you abruptly with what seemed to be a yell "DON'T you DARE hang up on me." the guy said with a annoyed snarl, you were silent for some seconds before replying "are you a coward that you won't show yourself? Maybe you are, because all I see you do is try to intimidate me with some words. And your calling is bloody annoying. Goodbye." You said and abruptly hung up. Scoffing, you closed your phone and after you ate you went back to your room deciding to just lay in bed and watch some movies on the TV. After a long while, and like a movie and half of another movie, it was already midnight. You were tired, and decided to get to sleep. You slept for a while, yeah. But, of course, at somewhere near 2 in the morning, a sudden glass breaking woke you up from your slumber. Slowly opening one eye, you sat up on the bed before standing up as well, wobbling a little around as you then went for the door to leave the room. Stumbling down the stairs and towards the kitchen, you shake your head to wake yourself up a little as you notice the light was on. Weird. You were sure as hell that you turned it off before you left. Making your way inside the kitchen, you saw a person dressed in all black with a cloak over them, the hood of it on and a white, screaming mask covering their face.
They were rummaging through the knife drawer in the kitchen, soon pulling out a knife and slowly tilted their head, turning their head towards you. That's when realization hit in as you took a better notice of the person. The infamous Ghostface, now standing in the middle of your kitchen, holding a knife. You took a step back as Ghostface took one towards you. "What? Afraid now?" Ghostface spoke, tilting his head to the other side, now looking fully towards you, as he moved the knife around in his hand. You kept backing away, not answering to him, as you knew it wouldn't help much. Ghostface kept walking towards you, the knife's blade pointed directly towards you. "A pretty face you got there." Ghostface said, amusement evident in his tone as he kept walking towards you. You sprinted off, not looking back, as Ghostface started sprinting after you and yelling annoyed "get back here!" He yelled as he ran after you, you ran up the stairs, he followed after you. The two of you ran around the house, as if playing tag.
You quickly ran in the bedroom, closing the door and then locking it right after as you quickly moved to block it as well. Looking around the room in panic, you took notice of the window, moving towards it. Yet. As you were about to open it, you looked back and saw Ghostface's knife digging in the door. Panicked, you grab the window to open it as the knife dug more into the door along with kicks from Ghostface. You cursed under your breath as the window wouldn't open, quickly looking around the room before grabbing the first thing you find, moving to smash the window. You were about to smash the window, but stopped as you didn't hear anymore movements behind the door. Looking over at it, you saw a hole in it and cracks, but nobody was behind the door. You look around before suddenly jump back as a sudden thud came from the window. Looking out the window you watch as Ghostface makes his way up to the window, but apparently fell down as he groaned annoyed. Without giving up, Ghostface started climbing up again, you turned around and moved to run out the door, quickly unblocking it as you opened it and run out the room and down the stairs, leaving Ghostface to climb in through the window.
By the time Ghostface got in the room, you were already out of it and down the stairs, running out of the room as you called the police. Ghostface quickly ran after you on the street, almost tripping over his cloak, as he had a tight grip on his knife while muttering curse words under his breath. You didn't stop running, running on the street while trying to call the police.
Ghostface ran after you, keeping up a good pace, as he tried to corner you somewhere. Once he notice a alleyway, he quickly moved as he tried to cut your track and get you towards the alleyway. To his happiness, he managed to get you in the alleyway (after multiple attempts) as he then cornered you.
As he got you cornered, he raised his knife, he pinned you to the wall, getting dangerously close to you. Silence. You two stared at each other. Almost romantic, no?
He leaned in even closer and then... He put his knife in your stomach, digging it deep in, as he left you bleeding against the wall with small smiley faces painted on the wall around you using your blood.