𝐵𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 (𝐺𝒉𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒)

01

The wind cut like broken glass as i sat on the frame of my window. My legs dangled off the edge as i smoked a cigarette and looked outside. I lived on the outskirts of my town, Woodsboro. I wasn't rich, hell, not even in the slightest. I lived in a crappy small suburban house in which every floorboard creaked, although i had gotten used to that in the year I have lived here.

I was lonely, but it wasn't like i made much of an effort to meet new people. My mom always said i had social anxiety, but I never tested it or whatever, although she was probably right. In my loneliness, I had picked up the hobby of watching movies, horror ones, specifically.

The window creaked as i shifted slightly. The air was cold, but maybe it was my fault that i only wore grey sweatpants and a white sweater. After another moment of just sitting there, i decided I had enough of the cold air. I swung my legs back inside and closed the window. I glanced at the walls of my tiny room, which were covered with posters of bands, movies, and my mirror. My mirror... I walked towards it and inspected my face, picking apart every insecurity until my fingers made red marks.

I sighed, feeling a feeling I knew way too well: boredom.
I made a lap around the house, but that didn't take too long as it was small. I passed my bedroom and bathroom upstairs, then the living room, toilet, and kitchen downstairs. I didn't even have a garage or laundry room, and I could barely make ends meet. Fuck my job at the grocery store. I mean it, it might be a two story house, but when I say it small, it's really small, like tiny house small, but without all those cool gadgets.

After my lap around the house, I plopped onto the couch and put on my favorite movie, Carrie. I was peacefully watching when my phone rang. Wait... my phone rang? I didn't even know anybody?

I found my phone between the couchions and looked at the ID, "Caller Unknown".

Oh fuck that, I might be going crazy but in "Stab", which is based of true events, they die when they pick up the phone, and that happened here, in Woodsboro.

The phone continued ringing and I couldn't ignore it anymore. Damn that fucking ringtone. I began growing curious, I mean really, what were the chances Ghostface would want to strike little ol' me?
But what if... it's been said he's back when that highschool jock was found hanging from his locker.

Fuck it. I picked up like the dumb bitch I am. "Hello~" I dragged the 'o' as I didn't hear anybody on the other end. It stayed quiet and that social anxiety really started kicking in.

"Hello there."

Oh fuck. His voice was hot, I couldn't deny, but it sounded so fucking familiar? Couldn't be, 'cause I never really speak to anyone

"Uhm.... yeah" What the fuck was I supposed to say? I didn't like making conversations, and I didn't even know the dude!

"Whats your favorite scary movie?"

Huh? What the fuck was that kinda question? He lowkey did sound interested- oh fuck.

My stupid dumbass was actually on a call with Ghostface, or atleast someone who pretended to be him. I got up and locked the doors while still on call. Would I tell him my answer? Couldn't hurt right?

"It's uhm... Carrie, the original one." Okay, so far so good, I locked the doors and I didn't get sliced yet. Keyword yet.

"Carrie, huh? Hmm, good choice. " The voice, who I was pretty sure was Ghostface's, agreed.

It was quiet, fucking social anxiety. "Uhm... Okay, bye now"
I awkwardly said. l, unsure what to do or say.

"No! Let's talk some more, it's just beginning to get fun" He spoke. I could literally hear Ghostface's smirk. Asshole. I knew that if i hung up he'd kill me. The bastard. He already had me cornered and he wasn't even in my house yet! Or wait... was he? Maybe? I don't fucking know.