Obsessive Tendencies. Dead by daylight Ghostface x reader.

Chapter 2:Roseville Gazette

The process of unpacking surely took you some time. It might have been due to the fact that you really did not want to go through it. All the box cutting, taking out your precious items and putting them to a logical spot wasn't what you'd call a fun activity.
Atleast, once you were finished you could give yourself a pat on the back for the job well done. You rose up from your knees and admired the bedroom, now fully stocked in clothing, makeup, beauty items, a vanity mirror and your favorite decor brought straight from your family house.
A dreamy sigh left your lips and you shook your head in approval. Everything was picture perfect. Your radiant (e/c) eyes ventured throughout the closet, spotting neat stacks of clothes in their various shades, colors and cuts. You'd be a liar if you said that you didn't have a big sweet tooth for fashion.
Just like a kid picking out their favorite candy- you picked out your dressing choices. Usually in various styles. It all depended on your mood for the day.
Your light steps resounded through the early night's serenity of the household as you ventured onward to the kitchen to see if everything was just as beautiful. To no surprise.
Your lips formed into a smirk- almost subconsciously, upon seeing such a fine line of tidiness and efficency. And you did all of that in less than three hours, all on your own!
Upon reaching the light beige hallway you let yourself stop for a moment. You had this feeling you forgot to do something important...
-"The boxes!" You exclaimed loudly, flicking your fingers. With no time to waste you put on a light sweater and ran to the living room. The chaotic array of carton boxes laid there and you huffed silently, almost as if their presence was some personal offence. You graced over to the unwanted inanimate guests and began to fold them down.
A few more minutes passed and you collected the boxes, taking them out to the porch. From there on you headed for the trash bins to get them rid off, once and for all.
You could've sworn the task at hand would bring nothing significant to your life- but that's when you heard a voice from behind you.
-"Excuse me, are you new around here?" A young woman called out as you turned around to face her. A rather adorable and sweet looking short girl adorning blonde hair and dark brown eyes was the one calling you.
You raised your brow in suspicion and nodded slowly as to why she'd call out that sternly and loudly.
-"I'm Alice. Sorry for sounding so harsh but it's really not that safe to stay out alone after dark." The blonde introduced herself and you shook her hand, still quite surprised and at a loss for words.
-"...I was just taking the trash out..." You murmured, unsure of your own confidence.
-"And I'm (Y/n)" You added up to your statement as the woman before you let out a loose sigh.
-"Yeah I saw. It's what he preys on." Alice responded and you just stood there, dumbfounded. He? Who in the world?
Noticing the look of complete confusion painted all over you, the girl urged you to follow her up.
-"Since you look like a deer stuck in the headlights I'm sure you haven't heard of 'The Ghostface killer'?" She asked and you shook your head, growing anxious. You absolutely had no idea who it was, what was going on and why was your neighbour so paranoid.
-"I'll show you the latest Roseville Gazette. I suggest you try to find a few minutes to read them. We got a scary psycho on the loose around here, girly. He doesn't care for no woman, man, child or elder. Rich or poor- everyone can get shanked with that guy running around." The new acquaintance of yours explained. Truth to be told you were left in absolute shock and dread. A killer on the loose, spreading around the city like an infectious disease. And to think this day was going perfect so far.
-"Then why are we both out?" You asked reluctantly and the girl turned her eyes to you for a moment, all the while walking back to her house with you.
-"Only thing he doesn't do is target multiple people. I say he doesn't choose his victims by chance- he stalks and lurks in the shadows, waiting for any of his prey to be left secluded. Scary shit." The blonde explained and the two of you arrived at her porch. There laid a clean newspaper with today's date. Alice picked it up and handed it over to you.
It didn't take an expert to find the article. It was on the first page and it took more than half of it. The bold, thick font and gruesome picture had all of your attention immediately.
"An elderly woman found dead in the safety of her own house. The Ghostface is still on the loose."
Your eyes went wide in fear when you dared to read the horrorific details of the article. The poor older woman had her abdomen slashed right open, she was muffled too it seemed, as the neighbours didn't hear any screams. Cold sweat ran all over you and shivers cascaded down your spine as your eyes scouted all around you. There was nothing but the road, houses, shrubs and trees littering your view.
-"Don't worry (Y/n). By no miracle would he already know you're here." Alice giggled and playfully tapped your arm, seeing the amount of discomfort radiating from your petrified aura. You smiled gently, feeling reassured by the young woman.
-"Thanks Alice."
-"No problem dolly. Just attract as little attention as possible and hell, maybe he'll never know! Also, since you're new here, want me to show you around tomorrow, maybe?" The blonde inquired and you nodded eagerly.
-"I'd love that."
-"Perfect. I'll visit you tomorrow. Be ready around twelve." She announced and you laughed joyfully at the amount of heart warming personality this ball of energy possessed.
-"Of course, I'll see you tomorrow then!" You responded with the same amount of bubbly energy and started heading your way.
-"Bye (Y/n)!" The blonde waved you a goodbye as you ventured back to your apartment. Of course, for safety reasons, Alice sat down on the wooden staircase and patiently observed your visage slowly descending into the safe haven of your own house. Once you were out of sight, the girl could return home with peace at heart.
Oh, but her hazelnut eyes weren't the only ones fixated on your form that night.

You closed the door behind you and made sure to shut it well before you made your way to the bedroom. Plopping down on your bed, you clicked the nightlight and searched through the newspaper you were given. So much attention, so many articles, interviews, so much information in your hands. You scouted through every bit and piece like a hawk, making sure no dry thread about the killer was left behind.
The reading process went on for a while and once you were sure enough information was soaked up by your curiosity, you got up from your comfortable and warm spot on the bed. Casting your glance to the digital alarm, you noticed it was already past midnight.
-"Time flies when you're reading about a serial killer, huh." You murmured to yourself, leaving the room to take a warm shower. The thought of water running down your skin and the scent of your various body washes, creams and masks almost made you mentally fawn. You deserved a great treat for how well you handled the moving out process.
With soft velvety towels and your pyjamas in hand, you made your way to the cozy black and white bathroom, setting down the items on the hanger. Turning the water you pondered over the amount of time it took for it to warm up. Your hand was soaking in ice cold water for about a minute before your mind started to put pieces together.
-"They turned off the water heater?" You whispered in surprise and turned off the stream. You were so desperate to have your spa that you decided to go into the least favorite place in your house- the basement.
With a slight huff you ventured to the hallway to retrieve the keys. Of course, your childish fear of basements still haunted you to this day and you'd never descend down there out of your own will. It was either mandatory visit or you'd never bother to go.
You collected your courage and let paranoia be pushed to the far back of your head as the metal keys jiggled in your hand all throughout the small walk to the door. With a turn you unlocked the old and creaky portal and opened it up.
Before you stood an ominous and dark staircase, even when you did flick the light- the poor old bulb wasn't providing much of a light source and the place was still surrounded by shadows. Carefully, you threaded down the cemented soggy steps and down to the boiler.
Upon reaching it, your eyes examined the object in great confusion. It was clear as day that someone was tampering it before. Could it be the landlord that just messed it up? You'd let him know in the morning that something was up. In case he wanted to blame you.
Your hand rested on the cold pipe cork as you put in your entire strength to get that old rusty thing to turn. With that done you smiled in relief, the pipe slowly growing warm in your touch.
And then, you heard something bizarre. Above your head, you heard footsteps. Light and agile, faint and composed. Someone was walking upstairs?
You leaned closer to the boiler as your confused mind tried to wrap itself around the sounds. To no doubt it was an intruder and you gulped down saliva to how vulnerable your position was. One way exit, the phone in the station, a hallway to cross to escape. Maybe you were just imagining it. But you'd rather be safe than sorry. With the grace of a vixen you leaped from the boiler and onto the staircase, quickly ascending from the basement in featherweight steps. You hastily clicked the light and threaded over to the sound source. Although everything was left just as it was. There was nothing here but you and the solitude of your house.
You let out a soft hum, pondering if exhaustion got the best of you.
Deciding not to go against your great day, you ventured back into the bathroom and started your shower- this time all the warm water was to your disposal.

-"Ah, I love this." You hummed softly as the bubbles of your favorite body soap covered your silky and soft (s/c) skin. At some point goosebumps and a sense of dread washed over you but thinking it's just fatigue, you ignored it.
With a towel wrapped around your head and your all time favorite pyjamas you exited the bathroom and went back to your bedroom.
As you were about to head for bed, your eyes landed on the wide open window and a small note tucked into your windowsill. With a puzzled expression, you graced over to the window and opened up the message.
"What brings you to this town, pretty little bird?"
The nightly chill couldn't compare to the cold shivers running down your spine as you reread the note in disbelief.