Taste for Terror (Ghostface x Reader)

Chapter 5

The paramedics take you to the hospital to confirm that you have no external or internal injuries, of which you’re fine, and after a few hours of boring questions, they send you home, they also deemed to of never found Stu nor the blood which you presumed to be his staining the concrete flooring, yet they did find Tatum, and had wheeled her to the morgue to identify her wounds to see if it was a homicide or a suicide, which after a few tests they confirm it was a definite homicide.

Once you arrive home, still having your clothes covered in blood, yet wrapped in a small hospital blanket, as you knock on the door, Sid answers and pulls you into a tight hug, tears welled in her eyes “I thought you were dead! I didn’t know what to do! I-I found Tatum a-and-” you cut her off “Hey, I’m just glad that YOU’RE alright..you scared me when you disappeared, I thought the killer had got you, just never leave without telling me alright?” she carefully nods, and takes in the scent of the soaked blood on your shirt, “Is that..-?” - “It’s Stu’s..he fell unconscious on top of me after being stabbed, the paramedics had said they couldn't find his body after They searched the house..I just hope Stu is alright wherever he is too”

You sigh and slide past Sid, causing her to look down at you in worry “I’m going to take a shower, hoping this blood smell comes off of me and my clothes..” she nods and walks to her room as you walk to yours, grabbing a pair of fresh clothes, being pajamas, you walk to the bathroom, rested your clothes on the sink counter, and turned on the water, testing it after a little, you slip out of your bloodied clothes and set them aside in the dirty clothes, and step into the shower.

The cool water ran down your back, washing off the dried blood that soaked your clothes, which dried on your arms, the metallic smell of blood had washed away and was replaced with a soft vanilla scent from your body wash, it was more relieving. You grab the shampoo and conditioner and wash your H/C hair, as you did so, you hear something fall from outside of the bathroom door, nervous, you finish washing your hair and turn off the shower, stebbing out, causing steam to fog the small room, you glance at the mirror, and your eyes widen, written from the fog.

“Found you~”