Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Ghost face x reader (part 4)

You angrily shifted in your mom's bed, hating every second of it. Hell, you'd rather lay on the floor. Not to mention the weird sounds that came from the house. You ignored them at first but they drove you crazy as time went on and on. That's it, where are the sleeping pills? I think you left them in your bloodbath of a room. You slowly removed the blanket from your body and sliped out of the bed. You opened the door and crept down the hall, to your room. But...the sounds were louder and louder as you got closer. No doubt, there was something on the inside. Perhaps a wild racoon? I mean, things were pretty much flying in there. And you left your phone there as well...

You grabbed on the knob carefuly and opened the door. There was something crouched at your desk, ramaging in your drawers, probably looking for food. But...This was too big for a racoon...god I swear if it's a baby bear...
"... Hey..!" You hissed at the thing. It quickly darted up, hitting it's head on the opened drawer above. A muffled "oW" could be heard. This was no bear. Or a racoon. This was a person. A guy in your damn room. Your heart began racing like Usain Bolt himself. You breathed quickly and made a few steps back "S-Sir. You need to leave." You stated firmly. The stutter didn't help much though... He slowly turned to you, letting you see his...face? No. It was a mask. A pale face with sad eyes and a prolonged mouth, in a screaming posicion. Not gonna lie, it was kinda freaky. What does a lady do in this situation? Of course yell as loud as possible so everyone can hear. You breathed in, but before you could do anything you've been slammed to the wall, the guys black, leather gloves covering your mouth. "Shh..." He just said. His voice sounded almost roboticky. He was probably using a voice changer or something. As you struggled... You mumbled something and your eyes began to fill with tears.
"Aw...Now don't you cry for me here..." His voice sounded so deep and... Kinda comforting...In a weird way. You tried to stop crying, holding a few tears back.
"We wouldn't want such a pretty little thing sad now would we?" He purred once again. If a guy had ever said this to you, you'd probably do that classic flustered giggle and blush but thinking that this guy literaly had a knife and held your mouth DIDN'T MAKE THAT SITUATION HAPPEN.
"Now... I'm gonna let go of that cute face, and you won't scream. Promise baby?" He asked. Well...taking that you had no other way out of this sticky situation, you just nodded and let out a quiet "mhm" with one last droplet of fear coming from your eye. He let go of your mouth and the first instinct you had was to scream. But you didn't...You didn't...But why? You weren't sure yourself.

"Who the hell are you..." You asked, sniffing a little.
"Me? I'm just an admirer..." He chuckled and moved his mask closer to your face. "A fan...you could say..."
"You're the one that stalked me all over the town..." You breathed out, not really being a fan of the so close thing.
"Clever girl. She noticed..." He rode the blade of his shiny hunting knife on your jaw and lower, on your colarbone, stomach...That's where it stopped. He pointed the tip into the stomach, almost as if he wanted to stab at any moment. "Most idiots would already lie down and bleed..." He said, still looking down at his knife "But not you baby no..." He looked up and brang the knife along with his deadly stare. He gently put his hand on your cheek and stared. "No. As I said... I'm just an admirer." He repeated once again. You breathed in to ask him a question but before you could, you were slammed to the side of your head by the handle of his knife. He held your powerless body and gently laid you on your bed. "Goodnight love..." He purred, pulling up his mask and clearly setting a kiss on your forehead. His face was too blurry to recognize.
That's the last thing you rembered.

Timeskip to morning~
"(Y/n)? (Y/n)?! Baby please wake up...god wake up..!" You heard the pleading voice of your mother. You gotta get up. You hardly separated your dirty eyelids and looked around the room. Everything was twice and blurry. There was also a slight *peep* in your ears. "The fuck..." You grunted as you sat up. "Slow now love...What in blazes were you doing?" Mom gently turned your head around, looking at the cuts and the large bruise at the side of your head. "Love..." You murmured. That word awoke yesterdays memories like a zombie. "Hm?" Your mom interupted your thoughts. "No, there was a g-" you stopped yourself. Would she belive you..? No. No she wouldn't. Your mother stood behind that Woodsboro was a calm, peaceful place. The murder was just a sad incident. That's what she'd say... "There was a...a wild goose in my room." Really?! That's your best story? Oh well... "A goose?" Your mom questioned you. "Yeah. That brown one with the black head. I heard a lot of weird noises from my room so I went to check and it...attacked me. I must've hit my head. It's nothing, I'll be fine..." You chuckled, trying to mask the pain and need to share everything that happened. Your mom stared at you for quite a while before she got up. "Well... You're defenetly not going to school today. I'll let you in tomorrow. And get you some ice..." She smiled sadly before leaving the room.

You just sat on your bed, looking around. You looked at the drawers that were opened from the night intuder, you looked at the mirror that was covered with more lip stick hearts, and you also looked at the open window he must've sliped in and out. Jesus...It's horrifying to think that that madman knows where you live and could come to visit as he pleased. Your eyes lowered and stopped on your phone. Might as well check if something is going on. Maybe it will take your hurt mind off of things. You pressed the power button and imidiately got a heart attack. Your lock screen wallpaper was changed. You didn't change it in weeks.

It was the hooded guy from yesterday, holding a little letter that said "Hi there!" It was...kinda cute? But at the same time absolutely horrifying. Not only he knew where you live, he knows your phone password. What else? Social security number? You entered the password and got in your phone, just to be met with another switched wallpaper. That bitch! This time he was holding a diferent letter that said
"Look in the gallery <3"
(Spoiler alert, I did all of it for you!)

What...does he mean? You opened the gallery and almost vomited on your screen. Imidiately a picture of a gross, dead body was shown. It was the sleazy gardeners body. There were close-ups to his slashed throath and stabs to back. It was a...Look indeed. You felt the need of keeping theese photos. You needed to show them to someone. Not the police, they'll think you did it...What about...Yes. Billy, Stu and Sidney. Those guys could probably help you

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