Scream For Me

Chapter 11

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Ghostface smiled as he watched the family try and pull itself together. The police had taken care of the crime scene with practiced ease and Alyssa's family was trying to pretend all was well as they sat at the dining room table.

She looked exhausted and her parents looked to weary to leave her alone.
Suddenly Alyssa put down her fork and he creeped further down the hallway to hear her better.

"Look, I'm sorry for being so mean last night, but I really meant what I said, I don't want to interrupt anyone else's lives.
I can handle myself and I know that I'm going to be safe.
I have a friend that will be coming over today to hang out with me, so I won't be alone.
Just don't worry about it okay?"

It took a few minutes more of prodding till her parents actually left and in the mean time he slipped upstairs and into her bedroom unnoticed. It was an average teenage girl's bedroom, so he didn't pay much attention as he tried to pick a place to hide. In the closet or under the bed? Well the closet would be more comfortable, but she would be more surprised if when she went to check the closet if he ended up behind her.

Yeah, that could prove to be amusing. He crawled under the bed, absently thinking how idiotic this might actually be, but at the same time not caring too much.

He heard her on the steps a moment later. the door clicked open softly and he called her.

"Hello?"

"Hello Alyssa, I like your room." He said with a small amount of sarcasm. He saw her pause in her steps.

"Oh really? Isn't it a little early for you to be out and about?" she tried to sound casual, but really he could just as easily be there to kill her again.
She walked over to the window, suddenly feeling uncomfortably hot.

"The early bird catches the worm."

She opened the window and peered out, she couldn't see anyone.
She closed the curtains but left the window open as it offered a light breeze.

"I hope that doesn't mean you're a cannibal." He laughed and she frowned.

"Do you have your voice changer built into your mask?" he stopped, the question surprised him.
What had brought that on?

"No, I don't use one. And as for the cannibal comment, I seem to find myself wanting to eat you up."

She shuddered practically hearing the leer in his voice before he laughed it off, somehow easing the tension from her shoulders.

"What do you mean? This is your actual voice?"

"yes." He rolled his eyes. Not that she would be able to figure out who he was even if she knew that this was his real voice.
"Do you always walk around barefoot? That could be quite dangerous if there were, say, broken glass all over the floor."
He saw her feet spin around as she scanned the room for him.

"Where are you?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Hmm I'm not sure I should tell you." he grinned at the frustrated sound the girl made.

"Where are you?"

"In the closet."

He saw her taking small hesitant steps until she was in front of the door. Her hand hovered over the knob and shook slightly.

"go ahead Alyssa," his voice caressed her ear eerily,

"Open it."

the door was thrown open a moment later, then slammed shut and he slipped out from under the bed and stood behind her.

"Liar!"

she squeaked in surprise as an arm shot out and pressed against the door by her shoulder.
She whipped around and was met with his mask.
He was grinning, she didn't know how, but she could just tell, it seemed to radiate off of him, and his shoulders shook with snickers at her horrified reaction.

"Why are you here?" She growled and pushed past him, but making sure she never fully turned away from him.

"To see you of course, the police are up in a rage and there's nothing else for me to do until nightfall." She glared at him, shifting uncomfortably on her feet.
What was one supposed to do when standing face to mask with a man who had tires to kill you less than twenty-four hours earlier?

"And you know what; I think we should play a game." Her blood turned to ice and she gripped the corner of her bedside table, her knuckles going white. "Have you ever played twenty questions? You seem like you have given that everything you say to me is a question."

"Yes." She gritted her teeth.

"Great. We each ask each other twenty questions, I can't guarantee I'll answer all of them though."

"No sadistic conditions?" she bit out. He fringed a thinking pose, hand under his chin and looking off at nothing.

"Hmmm... no, not feeling any sadistic desires at the moment lovely." He grinned at her again and she tried to ignore it.
How was it that he could smile so brightly the entire room could feel it? She begrudgingly gave in, anything she knew about him could be something she could use against him anyway.

An hour later saw them watching Phantom of the Opera, one of her favorites, as they both thought on what they had learned about the other. Her favorite food was chocolate, her birthday was in a couple of weeks, she was horrified of scary movies, and she hated cats. She had some deep seeded anger issues that he had tried to cover up and used soccer to take out her aggressions. But other than that she was pretty normal. They shared a love for music and they liked the same kind of pizza. She found out that they went to the same school and that he had seen her before but they'd never meet. He had a pet fish named Biff and his parents were never home.

He decided to kill people just because he could and for some reason he just didn't want to kill her. He also could be exceptionally funny when he wanted to be and he loved Mountain Dew. He absolutely abhorred chess and he the only horror movie that he did not own was the remake of Funny Games, which he said was more of a thriller than a horror movie. In some ways she was a bit happy that she'd learned so much about him. It had broken the ice. But at the same time she wished that it hadn't, he seemed to be so normal and she was starting to get used to the mask. That wasn't what she wanted; she wanted to hate him, to despise him for killing two of her friends and for attacking her. And she supposed that she still felt a lot of resentment towards him for that. But even so, she worried if she would let the fact that he was still human cloud her judgment.

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