31 Days of Scream 🔞

Day Eleven: Ghostface

Kristin had been spooked by the murders of Casey Becker and Casey's boyfriend, Steve Orth. She was even more spooked when she found out that Casey had gotten a phone call from the killer before she died. Kristin had no idea who could've been on the phone, but she was scared to answer her house phone at all at this point.

Kristin lived with her older brother, Benjamin, because her parents abandoned her when she was twelve and Benjamin was twenty. Benjamin became like a dad to Kristin, and she was thankful for him. He knew how to take care of her, but he was also there when she was scared and really needed him.

Anyhow, Kristin was making cookies, when she heard the phone ring. Fear coursed through her, as she picked up the phone and answered it. The line was quiet for a moment, before a voice finally spoke.

"Hello Kristin."

"Oh, thank god it's you," She murmured, "I-I thought--"

"You thought I was the killer?" The voice questioned, before a chuckle rang through,"I would never hurt you, my love."

Kristin had gotten a phone call from a random number about a month ago, and the number kept calling. She became friends with the man eventually, and at this point, she was practically in love with him — though she still didn't know his name. He wouldn't tell her; he swore he would one day if they met. If only she knew who it really was, but she was to stay painfully unaware for now.

"Let's play a game."

"A game?" She questioned rhetorically, "What kind of game?"

"Let's play chicken."

"I-I've never heard of that game before." She replied, confused at this new idea.

"It's a game where you do what the other person says, but if you stop, you're a chicken."

"Okay," She answered,"You start."

"I'll begin easy," He said,"stop what you're doing and put yourself with your back against the wall."

"Okay," She murmured, and did as he said,"this seems ridiculous."

The game carried on for a few moments, before the man started to get more daring and adventurous. She didn't know that the man was standing right outside her sliding glass door in her dining room, only hidden by the dark of night, and the fact that she didn't have the light on in her dining room, only the one in the kitchen — which was attached to the dining room. The man was watching her, and what she really didn't know, was that the man was completely infatuated with her.

"I want you to touch yourself, my love," He practically growled,"touch yourself how I would touch you."

"W-what?"

"Slid your little hand into your panties, and touch the area you are craving me most."

Slowly, Kristin slid her hand into her panties, which had only been covered by thin fabric shorts. She was hesitant to touch herself, never having done so before.

"It's okay," The man said, almost teasingly,"just use your finger to rub that little set of nerves."

Again, she did as the man said, as slowly began rubbing the little bundle of nerves. Her breath hitched when she realized how good it felt to play with the little bundle of nerves.

"Now explore a little more," The man rasped,"push your finger into your p.ussy, my love, and rub the little nerves with your thumb, as you you pump your finger in and out."

"W-why?"

"Trust me, my love, you'll never want to stop until you c.um." He said, and Kristin felt a chill run through her body.

Slowly, she moved her fingers down a bit, and when she found the area, she carefully dipped a finger inside of herself. It was a weird, foreign feeling, but it felt good. She began pumping her finger in and out, as well as rubbing the little bundle of nerves, but she needed just a little more.

Biting her lip, she slid another finger into herself, causing a moan to illicit from her lips. The man on the phone had to withhold his own moan, as he rubbed his d.ick under his clothes. He was still wearing his clothes under his disguise, so he didn't have to worry about any stains. He listened to the moans of Kristin, and once he could hear by her breaths that she was close, he began to coax her, as he rubbed himself faster.

"That's it, baby," He praised,"go a little faster, and don't stop, not even when you feel yourself release. Help yourself through it, feel the pleasure of your own hand."

A moment later, he heard a moan that made him c.um all over his hand and underwear. He had made a mess, but he was proud of it. He listened to her a bit more, but once she finished, she sounded tired.

"I'm going to finish making cookies, then head to bed."

"Talk to you tomorrow, my love."

Published at 10:04 am; October 11th, 2024