𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚. | Ethan Landry x reader |

chapter three; flashbacks

chapter three; flashbacks

"Ethan...do you think they'll catch the new ghostface killers?" An 8-year-old y/n asked an 11-year-old Ethan Landry. "I don't know Y/n. Don't worry about it. All I know is that my brother is freaking out about it." Y/n lowered her head. It irked her that Richie was so obsessed with the murders. It made Mindy really mad, too. "Wasn't he like, two when the original murders happened?" Ethan nodded. "Yeah and it was on the news all the time, apparently. My parents regret putting the news on so much. They think that's what made him obsessed." Y/n nodded in silence.

"Y/n? Are you paying attention?" Y/n's college professor interrupted her thoughts. "Oh, yes sir. Sorry Professor Craven." Y/n lowered her head in embarrassment. "Well? Do you have the answer?" Y/n looked at the bored and thought for a moment. "I think Tracy thought she had it under control, but really she was just pushing down all her trauma." She said confidently, but inside she just hoped she got something right. "I agree. Anyway-" Professor Craven kept on about the film they were analyzing, and Y/n was pushed back into her memories.

Y/n looked at the blood on the floor, holding her arm which got cut up pretty badly. "Where is he?!" Y/n was referring to Richie. She was never close to him, but she couldn't believe he would do this to her family considering how close they were. And Amber too, Amber and Y/n were best friends. Suddenly, she heard Sidney screaming "Watch out!" to Y/n. She felt arms around her waist, hugging her from the back, it was Amber. Y/n flung herself forward, trying to get away, as Amber still had a huge knife in her hand. She whipped herself around to face Amber, pushed up against the island as Sidney ran to her side.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Sidney yelled at Amber, blood running down Amber's head and a crazy look on her face. "I never wanted to hurt you Y/n...every time you were attacked I swear it was Richie!" Sidney and Y/n held onto each other. "Can't you see Amber?! He's grooming you! For God's sake he's 27 and you're 17!" Amber turned to face Sidney and held the knife to her throat. "You shut up, bitch. I'm talking to my friend." Y/n was speechless.

"Amber...this isn't you." Amber's face softened as she turned to look at her friend. "You're right. This is the new me."

Suddenly they heard screams from both Sam and Richie. All three of their heads turned to where the sound was coming from. "Richie!" Amber screamed in fear and ran to where his screams came from, followed by Sidney and Y/n. The scene was brutal. Tara and Gale were on the ground, injured severely from Richie, presumably. "Sam!" Sidney yelled and ran to hold her back. Richie was already dead, but Sam just kept on stabbing. It was mutilation at this point, Y/n covered her mouth and gagged, it was just...gross. Amber ran to Richies side and tried to stab Sam, but Y/n ran to behind her and held her back. 

"Get off of me Y/n! She killed the love of my life!" Amber broke free and almost stabbed Sam, but Gale still had her gun. And Gale shot it. Amber was dying now, on the floor, blood rushing down her lips, choking on her own blood. "Amber..." Y/n rushed to her side. "Y/n..." Y/n didn't know what to think. "I love you, but Randy died a loser." Y/n grabbed Sam's knife and stabbed it through Amber's face.

Y/n slowly stood up. "So I guess that's that." Sam spoke up. "We should find Chad and Mindy." Y/n added. Y/n and Sam walked out of the room, everyone staring in fear of what they were capable of.

"That's all for today class. Remember to watch Buffalo 66 tonight so we can discuss it in tomorrow's class. Have a good weekend everybody." Y/n once again stopped walking the hall of memories and starting packing her bag when she realized that Professor Craven was standing in front of her. "Y/n..i'm worried for you. I heard about it on the news. I think you should sit out of  your classes for the next few weeks." Professor Craven suggested. "Well I appreciate your input, but really i'm fine. I've been through this before." Y/n responded. "Which is why I want you to sit out. You really remind me of Tracy in today's movie...i feel as though you're just pushing everything down." Y/n sighed. "Okay, i'll take the next couple weeks off. I'll see you...soon, Professor Craven." He smiled. "Good idea. Goodbye Y/n."

Y/n walked out of class and went straight to the apartment, as she didn't really feel like going to 6th period after what she was thinking about in 5th. She opened the key to her apartment and saw Ghostface. This one she hadn't seen before. They were a little shorter than Y/n. Y/n threw her bag at them as a distraction and ran down the apartment hallway, screaming, but it really was no use as everyone was at work or school, considering it was 12pm on Friday. Ghostface ran after her and Y/n hit a dead end at the elevator.

She basically punched the open door button and thankfully it opened, she ran in and rammed the close door button, but at the last moment, Ghostface opened it and ran in, pinning Y/n against the wall with a knife against her throat. Y/n looked around for anything to help her, and then she saw that there was a fire extinguisher. Y/n slid down and quickly punched the glass, cutting her hand in the process. She grabbed the extinguisher and hit Ghostface over the head. she looked at what floor they were on. "Fuck!" Y/n and the others lived on floor 13, and they were on floor 7 right now. Just 7 floors away from safety.

Ghostface got up off the floor and cut Y/n's shirt. Y/n punched Ghostface in the face, screwing up their mask a little, and while they fixed it, Y/n took the opportunity to grab their knife and hold it up to their throat. The elevator dinged and they were on the base floor now, and as soon as the doors opened Y/n dropped the knife and ran out, she found herself bumping into Wayne Bailey. Quinn, Ethan, and...Richie's..dad. "Detective Bailey!" she grabbed his jacket in fear. "Woah! Y/n what is wrong?" Y/n panted. "Gh-Ghostface just- fuck- chased me around the apartment complex and tried to kill me in the elevator! Look! Behind me! They're probably still there!"

"Y/n...what are you talking about...? Theres nobody there." "Bu-But-" she protested but when she looked behind her there was nobody. "What...?" Detective Bailey sighed. "I think you're having hallucinations..you need to go up there and rest, alright?" He suggested. "I- But- I swear there was someone there i'm not crazy!" Detective Bailey crossed his arms. "O-Okay..fine. I'll rest."

Y/n went up a different elevator and walked to her apartment. The door wasn't open and her bag was neatly placed on the floor. "Maybe I am crazy..." She said to herself and slouched onto the couch. Her eyes drooped, she was really tired. "I think I'll just take a nap here..." She laid on her side, but then moved to lay on her back. She gasped and covered her mouth. There were words written in blood on the ceiling.

"Don't look under your bed, <3

             -your favorite ghostface"