a yellow rose (ghost face fanfiction)

chapter 1

Warning: brief mention of suicide, gore ,sex ,rape, murder may not be suitable for younger audiences

Everyone wants a romantic story for how they met their partner. My story of how I met him is anything but. I won't lie I didn't ache for him like I do now, not at all. In fact the first time I saw him was just a flash Of have you seen this person on the news. It didn't even show his face but grainy footage of a masked man grabbing a girl. Before they cut the clip to spare the public of gory details. I remember being scared locking my door inviting a couple of my friends over. Frantically the two came over as we all lived alone. Brielle came with hair in her bonnet pink slippers and pink slip with her giant bag filled with everything one could need. Kelly came quickly with her hair in a bun in her blue oversized t-shirt and cookie monster pants. There I stood greeting them before locking the door again behind them. We had known each other since grade school. Little did we know this might be the last night we will ever know each other.

Kelly whined " I wanna die but not like that girl did." I let out a soft awkward chuckle and Brielle shot her a look. " no killing yourself." she snapped before reaching into her bag pulling out a giant bag of candy and a couple movies. " So which one do y'all wanna watch?" We looked at our options. Halloween, saw, and the conjuring." great choices with a strange masked killer on the loose." I sneered with slight annoyance. " For The bit we should watch Halloween. What are the chances he ends up here of all places anyway." Kelly piped in. Some how we ended up eating candy and pop corn on the couch watching Halloween at the height of the movie where your unsure Jamie lee Curtis is gonna die we heard tapping on the back window. "That's just that big tree." Brielle mumbled. Then the phone rang. It was an unknown number. "Bet you it's a scam call" I laughed answering. " hello Odessa funeral home you stab em we slab em how may i help you." I joked thinking nothing of it. A deep voice chuckled. " You're funny, do you like scary movies?"

I looked down at my black tank and pajama striped pants. I took a second to wonder what kind of sales pitch this was. He breathed heavily awaiting an answer. " yeah." I muttered awkwardly as a chill ran up my spine." What's your favorite scary movie?" he asked. "Halloween, what's yours?" I said. At this point Kelly had paused the tv and they both were listening intently looking as uncomfortable if not more uncomfortable than I. "guess." he prompts me. "Nightmare on Elm street." I guess. "The one where the guy hide knives for fingers"

"Yeah" "oh I like that one it was scary so do you have a boyfriend." "why" "so do you" I pause and feel uncomfortable not answering him he then asks. " I never caught your name" "why do you wanna know my name?" I ask. "I wanna know who I'm looking at. Matter of fact what's your friends' names to." I hang up, drop the phone and freak out.

"OH MY GOD!" I yell. " breath. It's probably just some lonely perv the news didn't mention phone calls." Brielle says. " I will go check the locks, it's probably fine." Kelly says. Kelly leaves the room and I try to maintain a comfort level of some kind. Convince myself it's a sick prank and move on. Suddenly from the back room we hear a scream and a slam. Brielle starts running toward it. I call after her " Brielle, Brielle NO" and she simply doesn't care. " BUT KELLY!" she yells. I grab a gun that I personally had never used and probably shouldn't have stolen from my dad. Now seemed like as good a time as any for it while I grabbed my phone and called the cops.

There I saw a text of the masked man holding Brielle as her throat had clearly been slit. She was very not alive. It was captioned "Your next" with Kelly clearly on the floor behind them so bloody.911 answered " 911 what;s your emergency?" Suddenly he was in front of me and I lost the ability to speak. He was tall, towering over me at least 6'3. I feared for my life and only let out "..I..I...friends..mask...k.k" He took the phone from me and hung up. "W...who are you?" "Please relax, I don't want to hurt you. I have been following you for a long time." I couldn't hide my fear and dismay. "You see the girl at the store, you know her, don't you remember what she did to you."

Kiki Glare she had tried to steal my old boyfriend..bullied me..spread rumors. I hated her but her death freaked me as much as anything being so close to my home." IF YOU CARE WHY WOULD YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS!" I yelled, seeing his argument as mute. "You want a motive. I don't really believe motives but all you need to know is every soul I took was in your name. Kiki, your ex, your rapist, your best friend's all for you. So you would be mine." he growled, taking a step towards me. "Who are you...you're crazy." I said, stepping back and hitting the wall.

" Oh princess, try psychotic ...for you. You don't know me but I have known you your whole life since we were kids. I know your favorite flower is yellow roses, you love horror, you hate your makeup without eyeliner, you couldn't stand geo or steven's existence. I know you can learn to love me." I pressed my dad's gun against him about to cry, shaking. " S...seems you brought a knife to a gun fight." He laughed at me " you've never held a gun in your life that much is a clear princess. " Stop calling princess" I yelled, pulling the trigger but nothing happened." Surprised you had it in you but I emptied the chamber yesterday. You usually love when I call you princess" he sneered. Suddenly sirens could be heard coming down the street and as quickly as it all happened he ran and was gone by the time the cops got to my door.