Obsessive Tendencies. Dead by Daylight Ghostface x Reader

Chapter 4:Don't Say A Word

The quiet atmosphere of your house felt dreadful after today's events. Everything felt so chilling and haunting. It felt so strange to you, your own safehaven turned into an unnerving building with a killer peering through every nook and cranny. You wouldn't be surprised if the criminal jumped out of your closet and ended your life in a blink of an eye. That's how gruesome he was- all of his killings were. How cold and emotionally distant must he be? To carry out such vile acts with no rhyme or reason. Surely, this wasn't an act of vengeance. You scurried to your living room after you double checked every single room in signs of unlocked doors or windows. Better safe than sorry.
You let out a deep sigh, finally sitting down on the couch with the morning newspaper in your hand, eyeing the article over and over, as if there was a hidden meaning behind the printed letters. One newspaper wasn't a mine of evidence but several articles could perhaps give you an insight. Without wasting much time, you hurried with collecting all the papers in your house. Soon enough, you had a stack of information to work with. Psychology was your ace so maybe you could gain some knowledge from all of this. You didn't know what motivated you to be so curious, perhaps it was the sense of justice and sympathy for the victims, their families.
Thinking about the loss their loved ones must of felt gave you a surge of hope. It was the motivation you needed.
Gently cutting our the article pieces and picture prints you started to analyze them, making sure no detail was left behind. From what it looked like, the man didn't seem to be emotionally secluded. He seemed...Cocky. Mischievous, even. It looked as if he was taunting the authorities with his display. But how did the pictures end up on the headline? Perhaps, he would anonymously send them, or they were found on the crime scene. You furrowed your eyebrows as you read all the headlines atleast several times. They didn't stand out too much, sounded pretty generic, then again they had to grab the reader's attention and they succeeded at that.
You loomed over the descriptions of the actual murders. Commonly stabbed to death with a knife, preferably back or side. Rarely throat or stomach. Just a few instances of murders with blunt objects or strangulation.
You blinked your eyes from staring at the pictures in almost complete darkness. Your own investigation seemed to put you in a trance.
You reached for your notebook at the table and began writing down what you learned about the murderer. It wasn't much, but with little steps, perhaps you could be of help to capture that fucking bastard. Hours passed like minutes and you soon found yourself to be all out of energy as you let out a tired yawn. You decided to put your head down on the fluffy pillows for a little timeout. You blinked several times to not let yourself cascade into slumber, but that seemed all too inevitable. After a moment you only saw soothing darkness.

-"You know what, darling? Curiosity kills the cat and I always look up to that." You suddenly heard a sultry voice and your head shot up from your resting spot in absolute dread. Your eyes went wide when you saw right in front of yourself a tall figure, more ominous than the darkness of your room, the grotesque mask shining radiantly in the pale moonlight.
Before you had the chance to react, the figure put a finger to where the mask's lips were.
-"Hush. We don't want anyone to hear us now do we? Well, atleast not me." He added as he took a few steps towards you. The same characteristic sound you heard in the morning. The masked killer leaned over you as you sat paralyzed, fear gnawing at your every sense.
-"You're always so talkative. Cat got your tounge this time around?" The murderer sneered nonchalantly as he pressed the tip of his blade against your skin.
-"What do you want?" You choked out harshly, trying not to breakdown in front of someone who could end your life in a flick of their wrist.
-"Oh I want a lot of things, doll. I want to make you a star of this hell hole. I want everyone to know who should they fear. I want everyone to always be on their guard, for nothing. I'll always hunt you down. All of you." He responded excitedly. Almost as if he was a child exceeding at a playground game and beating everyone else.
-"People will find ways to stop you. If not me, then someone else." You responded to him, which seemed to get on his nerves, as you suddenly felt a sharp sting on your neck.
-"As bold as always, aren't you (Y/n). Almost as cute as you checking your entire house to be sure I won't get in." The man retorted as he grasped a handful of your hair, yanking your head backwards forcefully to admire his blade work.
-"You're at my mercy. Don't you dare forget that. I decide when and how you die and trust me, those imbeciles that call themselves 'police officers' won't stop me. No. One. Can." The masked killer said as he gritted his teeth in the last sentance, clearly furious.
-"You're delirious." You said softly, as the searing pain spread through your skull and neck.
-"So cheeky. Aren't you just the hero this God forsaken town needs? I'd almost feel sorry for killing you, if it wasn't for the fame of my name. Until I'm done playing around you get to stay alive. Be too nosy you smartass and you'll die in a whimsy." The ghostface added, dragging his knife wielding hand along your cheek and temples. All of a sudden you felt a dull pain and a smacking sound as the world went pitch black once more.

Your eyes shot wide open as you breathed in oxygen hastily. You sat up in your bed as you tried to make sense of the situation. You found yourself tucked nicely in your pyjamas, safely sitting in the silky covers of your blankets. You scurried out of your bedroom and rushed into the bathroom, standing in front of your mirror. A look of shock spread on your face as you realized what happened at night was real. A purplish apparently cleaned up wound spread around your throat. Your hands almost subconsciously traced over the thin line, millimeters away from your vein. He didn't execute you... He wouldn't make a mistake. He chose to spare you. You gulped down your anxiety as you tried to massage your scalp a bit, it still seemed sore from yesterday, but thankfully the cut was taken care of.
After several minutes of recollecting last night events you decided to venture to the living room, only to see all of your research gone. The only thing left was the notebook with ripped out pages and another elegant note.
'If I see you snooping around like that again, trust me sunshine, l'll send you to the police in shreds.'