You know he's still downstairs. Waiting for you to come out of your room. So, you did the one thing everyone does in a horror movie, you go downstairs. You look at the dimly lit floor, and you see a shadow of a man. You cautiously walk towards him and stare.
You: "H- hi Mr. Ghostface. Please don't hurt me. I swear I'll do anything you want me to."
Ghostface tilts his head and turns around. His sunken eyes and his long, narrow mouth made you feel some sort of comfort in him.
As you kept staring, he gently placed his knife on your cheek. You felt the cold blade hit your face, and it sent chills down your spine.You: "I like the feeling of your knife on me, please don't take it off."
After the last word came out of your mouth, he quickly put his knife away and left a little cut on your cheek. He came closer to you, with a trembling hand. He placed his hand on your cheek and caressed your cheek. Like he felt bad leaving that mark on you. As you felt the room get hotter, you lifted his mask, only allowing yourself to see his lips. His smooth, gentle lips. As you lean in to kiss him, he pulls away from you and pushes you on the wall.
In a raspy tone, you hear ghostface telling you something
Ghostface: "Now darling, you can't always get what you want. You have to earn it."You: "Come on, Mr Ghosty. You know I've been a good girl."
Once you said those words, you could feel his skin turning hot. You wanted to push more. Make him feel how you felt, but as soon as you were about to, you heard the doorknob start to move. In a blink of an eye, he left the house. As your mom opens the door, she lets out a sigh.
Mom: "Oh, hi baby. Why are you just leaning against the wall?"
You: "Uhh, I was just trying to pop my back."
You say as you were letting out a chuckle.Mom: "Oh, okay? Well. It's getting pretty late. You should probably get something to eat and go to bed, honey."
You: "Okay, Mom! I love you!" As you shouted, running up the stairs.
It's around 6:30 am and you had to wake up for school. You decided to wear your dad's hoodie and some leggings with some converse. After you grab the clothes you are going to wear. You went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. As you felt the water run on your hands, you decided to get into the shower. As you got in, you felt someone watching you again. This time, you knew it was him, watching over you. As you carried on, you thought to yourself, "What if I gave him a show? Maybe he will be watching me all the time from now on.. I wouldn't mind that one bite."
As you scrubbed your body with your loofah, you felt a warm presence, you kept washing your body as on does. Then, you put some shampoo in your hand, you wash your scalp and then turned around to rinse it out. As you were putting on your conditioner. You hear the bathroom door open. Then you heard someone writing on your mirror. As you washed out the conditioner out, you looked at the curtain to see the figure again. You knew it was him being pervy. But you didn't mind. You liked the attention you got from Ghostface.
Ghostface POV:
I watched her undress herself in the bathroom. God. I can't stop thinking about last night. I almost got caught with her. Her lips nearly touching mine. She almost found out who I was. I can't let her know who I am yet. Meanwhile. I'll watch over her in the bathroom. Her perfect smile, her hips. God, those hips. I can't stop looking at her body. I haven't felt like this for someone ever in my life. Maybe I should leave her a little note on the mirror? She might like it. I'll write "Miss me yet?"
After you get out of the shower, you see that he wrote to you
"MISS ME YET?"
You thought he wanted to see more. So you teased him. Knowing his watching you from afar. As you got out of the shower, you took your towel and dried off. Slowly. Waiting for that feeling to come again of him watching. But, he wasn't there. So you got ready for school and headed out the door.
YOU ARE READING
ghostface x reader
FantasyAs you grow the liking of serial killers, you find yourself more drawn to ghostface, the killer that you've spent most of your teen years obsessed over.