Zoey Prescott and The Ghostface

Chapter 7

I got home just in time for my dads call. He sounded nervous, but I would just guess it was because he didn't want to talk to me. We talked for about two minutes before he said he had to go. I sat on the couch and watched twenty minutes of tv before I laid down on the couch about to fall to sleep when the phone rang.
"Hello," I said, thinking it was my dad again.
"Hello Zoey," said a strange voice I didn't recognize.
"Who's calling?" I asked.
"A friend," the voice says.
"Ok... is this you Billy?"
"No, what if it was?" The voice said, but it sounded like whoever it was had a hint of a smile.
"Ok Billy," I said, thinking it was him, "I like what your doing with your voice, it's sexy."
"What's your favorite scary movie?" They voice questioned.
"Come on, you know I don't like horror movies. Where are you?" I asked.
"On your front porch," the voice said.
"I call your bluff," I said. I unlocked my front door, stepping outside. I looked around the front porch, but saw absolutely nothing. I put the phone back to my ear, "I don't see you," I said while closing and locking the front door.
"You will," said the voice just as the downstairs closet door opened and someone dressed with a ghost mask came out aiming a knife directly at me.
I let out a scream as the person tackled me to the ground, aiming the knife at my chest. I threw all of my weight into the person, knocking them off of me. I quickly got to my feet, running for the stairs. The ghost masked person grabbed my foot, knocking me against the stairs. I kicked the masked person in the face, hearing them grunt as they tumbled down a few steps. I ran to my room, locking my door and putting the closet door against the bedroom door. The masked person kicked open the bedroom door but the door was caught by the closet door. I stared as the masked person as they held a knife out to me. I screamed as I heard my window open, I turned around, and was relieved when I saw Billy climbing through the window.
"Oh my god Billy," I said as I rushed into his arms.
"What's wrong," Billy said as he held my face in his hands.
"There's someone here," I said as I turned towards the bedroom door, "there was someone trying to kill me!"
"Your okay now," Billy said as he wrapping me into his arms. He held me, until something fell out of his pocket. I looked down to see a phone had fallen on the floor.