Taste for Terror (Ghostface x Reader)

Chapter 3

The movie continued, now being at the scene where Jamie Lee Curtis, being Laurie Strode, was sliced down  her shoulder by Michael Myers, a few teens jump at Laurie’s pained cry and scream, others look away, and some laugh, you just laugh and smile, horror movies bring you happiness that can’t even be imagined. You’ve always adored killers in movies, their motives for killing always intrigue you, and their tactics of luring their victims to their imminent demise, the way they kill their victems is so interesing, blood and voilence never bothered you, nor did any of the short sex scenes in Halloween. As the movie continues, the phone rings, and one of the teens answers it . . . . .

“The school called, the principal was found gutted and hanging from the football goal post..” the teens sat in silence, before one of them jumped up and announced “well what are we waiting for? Let’s go see!” and with that, all of the teens dispatched to their cars, except you, you were left to the movie, alone, yet you assumed Sidney would still be here with a possibly drunk Tatum, you get up from the couch and begin searching the house for the two.

After a little while, you fail to find either of your friends, in fact, you find no one at all. Wandering into the garage, to your dismay, you find Tatum, lodged dead  in the cat door of the garage door, which was opened, causing Tatum’s dead body to stay stuck, blood was splattered everywhere, glass broken, and the liquid on the bottles. In shock, you stare at her, tears well in your eyes as you cover your mouth, “S-Shit..I need to find someone..-” you turn on your heels and quickly run back inside, only to face plant against someone, and you freeze.

Slowly, you glance up to see who you bumped into, and in relief, it was Stu, and to the sight of a dead Tatum in the garage cat door, didn’t necessarily worry him, he only glanced down at you, and placed his hands on your shoulders. Until you take in the sharp smell of blood, your eyes widen, and you back away slowly, his hands glide down your shoulders, to your forearms, leaving a trail of blood, and he stares off. Still in shock, you glance down and notice a stab wound in his side, and you gasp, “Stu! W-What happened?!” he slowly looks down at you “The killer..is in the house..” and with that, he collapses onto you, and you yelp, falling back onto the concrete floor of the garage.

You struggle yet you manage to roll the unconscious Stu off of you. You quickly get up and run into the living room and almost immediately dialed 911, yet before you could press the call button, the phone rings. Hesitantly, you answer the phone, placing it up to your ear, you speak in a shaky tone “H-Hello..?” and in a voice so soothing yet unrecognizable and dangerous, it spoke,

“Hello, Y/N..~”