Obsessive Tendencies. Dead by daylight Ghostface x reader.

Chapter 3:Haunting Shadow

You tried to remain calm as you knew the best course of action was to not let your emotions get the best of you. With a deep breath you scurried away from the window and triple checked your current position. The killer was nowhere in sight, which wasn't as comforting as you'd wish it was. He could be lurking and snickering at your cluelessness in the obscured midnight darkness. You thought about the course of action whilst silently making your way towards the closet. Even though he could've already seen you, you needed the bit of concealment to feel better, emotionally.
Your anxiety made you bite your inner cheek. If he was here, you'd be cornered in this room. You could either run and scream for help or call the police. But what if they arrived too late? What if he heard you calling the cops and took you somewhere else? To torture you before killing you off. You couldn't expect anything from this psycho; he was a complete wildcard. But the longer you lingered here the lesser were your chances of survival.
Grasping the phoenix charm in your hand tightly, you took in a very deep breath. You hoped that your father was watching over you.
With that thought in mind you quietly left the false sense of safety in your closet and slowly walked over to the half closed doors of your bedroom. Leaning towards the wall, you snuck your head out of the doorframe, observing your ever still hallway. Now, it didn't look cozy. It felt menacing. Your steps felt heavy on the wooden floor as you took several baby steps towards the kitchen to where the phone rested. Using the wall as support, you tried to muster all the courage in your body to not faint on the floor. You could hear everything, from the pitters and patters of your bare feet touching the cold ground to the beating of your own heart- hell, you even heard your blood pulsating through your veins.
Your anxiety in the basement was well placed, there really was someone in the house. Now, you just had to not get caught by that person.
After what felt like an eternity you finally found your way to the kitchen, your only source of light being the delicate kiss of moonlight seeping through the kitchen windows. The phone laying on the counter felt like a key to safe haven, and yet you'd still have to survive to reach the gates.
With hard thudding of your terrified mind you leaped over to the electrical object and to your utter shock there was another dreading note attached to it.
'Do you really think I'd let you call the cops, doll? I just want you to be a star; The kind people won't forget."
The last sentance played in your head like a broken record as your weak and trembling hands grasped the wooden counter for support. You felt bile raising up to your throat and then, what felt like a nail in your own coffin, you heard footsteps behind you.
-"Hello there, pretty bird." You wished the sultry and cocky voice of a man was just a hallucination but when you turned your head to the source of sound- you knew you weren't dreaming.
There he stood proudly, the man you had trouble believing was human. A black robed lean and tall figure as still as the darkness around him, the only significant feature about him was the grotesque wailing mask he wore. Pale, like the moonlight, menacing and cold just like his personality. You were left speechless as the figure only tilted his head in entertainment.
-"Don't remember cutting off your tounge, sweetheart." The killer added and you opened your trembling lips to try and form a sentance.
-"Wh-at do... Y-you... W..ant." You croaked out, your own voice faltering under this life and death situation.
-"What an elegant woman to ask a killer what he wants." The man laughed almost ironically, seeing little to no threat in your docile and terrified form. Seeing you shaking like a leaf gave him this absolutely delicious sense of excitement. It was almost intoxicating. And yet, he knew that if he killed you here and now he wouldn't sate this hunger of his.
Besides, you were supposed to be the big headlines, not a work of a sloppy butcher. No, he was the best in his work both in killing and in articles, he needed to season you a bit before he'd devour you like a little bunny.

You only looked at the man in absolute dread, wanting to convince him that he should let you live. You didn't want to die when your life was going this good. You saw his graceful movement towards your form as you leaned into the counter even harder, bruising your back in hopes of creating distance between you and the malevolent stranger.
-"I can't promise you'll live for long doll face, you see..." The man was an arm's reach away from you as he forcefully grasped your chin, the void pools of his mask seering right through your visage.
-"People are low dogs that secretly love whatever corpse I throw at their feet. They're like wretched mongrels just waiting for someone to give them a piece of meat to gnaw on." The Ghostface murmured bitterly and you flinched at his words.
-"Everyone's talking about me, I am my own legacy." The masked killer chuckled lightly and brought your face near his concealed one.
-"Soon enough, you'll be a part of it too..." He whispered and before you could beg him to spare you, your vision went black.

The chirping of birds awakened your hazy body and you opened your dreamy (e/c) eyes to take a look at your surroundings. You were in your bedroom, laying safely under the light blanket of your soft bed.
You were left with a puzzled expression as you tried to recall yesterday's events. For a moment you thought you just fell asleep from fatigue but then the memories hit you with the impact of a truck.
It was him
Flesh and bone
It was the Ghostface killer
And he knew about you.
With a gulp of saliva, you made your way out of your bed and headed to the kitchen. You could've enjoyed a cup of coffee and then just make your way to the police station to report what you were a part of just last night. As you leaned on the counter a doorbell rang throughout your house and you remembered that you were supposed to meet up with Alice today. Casting a glance to the clock on your wall you saw it was a few minutes past noon.
You made your way over to the door and opened it. On the other side was Alice who dropped her cheerful display once she saw how you looked.
-"God (Y/n) what happened?"
-"Promise not to panic?" You answered as the short girl smiled sheepishly.
-"...Can't promise you that..."
-"Come in." You said and opened the door wider for the young woman to step in.
Sitting together in the dining room, a mug of coffee in each of your hands, Alice looked at you worryingly.
-"So...The thing?"
-"I was attacked yesterday."
-"By who?"
-"By Ghostface."
Alice's jaw dropped and she could only stare right at you with wide eyes. The girl seemed to be rendered mute for the time being as her honey brown pools tried to look for the hidden joke in your words. But she saw none, she only saw how serious you were and how dire this situation was at hand.
-"We have to report that to the police, (Y/n). Like right now."
-"I can go there alone Alice..." You murmured, feeling guilty for taking up so much of your new friend's free time.
-"Like hell am I going to let you go there alone after you got attacked by that weirdo." The young woman announced almost angrily as you could only raise your hands up in defense.
-"Alice I really don't want you to get hurt by this." You said as the blonde only smiled at you in sheer determination.
-"Two heads are always better than one sunshine."