ghost face x Female Black reader

Casey's death

Casey Becker stood in her kitchen, humming along to the radio as she prepared popcorn for her movie night. The house was quiet, with her parents out for the evening. She was looking forward to watching a scary movie with her boyfriend, Steve, who was on his way over.

The phone rang, breaking the silence. Casey picked it up, expecting to hear Steve’s voice.

"Hello?"

"Hello," a voice said on the other end. It was deep and unfamiliar.

"Who is this?" Casey asked, a hint of curiosity in her tone.

"Who’s this?" the voice countered.

"Casey," she replied, a little uneasy now.

"What’re you doing tonight, Casey?" the voice continued.

Casey frowned. "Just watching a movie."

"Really? What kind of movie?" the voice asked.

"Just some scary movie," Casey said, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Do you like scary movies?" the voice asked.

Casey laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess so."

"What's your favorite scary movie?" the voice persisted.

Casey thought for a moment. "I don’t know… Halloween, I guess."

"Is that the one with the guy in the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters?"

"Yeah, that’s the one," Casey said, her unease growing.

The conversation continued, the voice becoming increasingly sinister. Casey’s heart pounded as she realized this wasn’t just a prank call. She tried to hang up, but the phone rang again immediately.

"Why don’t you want to talk to me?" the voice asked when she answered.

"Who are you?" Casey demanded, fear creeping into her voice.

"Tell me your name, I'll tell you mine," the voice teased.

"I don’t think so," Casey said, her voice trembling.

"What's the matter, Casey? You scared?"

"No, why would I be scared?" she lied.

"Because I want to know who I’m looking at," the voice replied.

Casey froze. Her eyes darted to the window. "What did you say?"

"I want to know who I’m talking to."

"That’s not what you said."

Fear turned into terror as Casey realized the caller could see her. She grabbed a knife from the counter and backed away, her eyes scanning the dark yard outside. The phone rang again.

"Can you see me?" she whispered.

"Yes," the voice answered, sending a chill down her spine. "Now, let's play a game. Turn on the patio lights."

Casey hesitated but eventually flipped the switch. The lights revealed Steve, tied to a chair, bloodied and bruised.

"No!" Casey screamed, tears streaming down her face.

"Answer my questions right, and Steve lives," the voice taunted. "Get them wrong, and he dies."

Despite her efforts, Casey couldn’t answer the questions correctly. The voice laughed as it delivered the final blow, and Casey watched helplessly as Steve was murdered.

Panicking, she tried to escape, but the killer was already inside the house. Casey fought desperately, but she was overpowered. The killer, wearing a ghostly mask, slashed at her, and she stumbled out onto the lawn.

Casey’s parents returned home to find her lifeless body hanging from a tree, the once peaceful neighborhood of Woodsboro now shrouded in a veil of horror.