Taste for Terror (Ghostface x Reader)

Chapter 6

In a panicked state, you slip on your pajamas, being a pair of black shorts and a light blue tank top, you don't bother to brush your hair as you hurry out of the bathroom and towards Sid's room, yet when you arrive you realize, Sid was gone, you began to hyperventilate, and slowly approached where the sound of the fallen item came from, terror fills you eyes as you see, the back door had been shattered just like Stus.

You look around, trying to find the source which broke the glass, you found nothing, which worried you more. You begin yelling "S-Sid! Where are you!?" tears form at the ends of your eyes as you rush around the house trying to find her, and to your yelling, to no avail did anyone hear you. Turning towards the door to search outside, you hear the piercing sound of a phone ringing, slowly, you turn to face the phone. Its piercing ring hurt your ears, yet you were pulled to answer it, walking over to the phone, you pick it up and hold it to your ear.

"So we meet again Y/N..~" you recognized that voice, the voice from before, the one which taunted you with it's calming yet dangerous aura, you shout, not caring if you were heard now "WHAT'D YOU DO WITH SID!? YOU-" the voice shushed you from the other side, chuckling softly at it spoke once more "Sid is fine Y/N, there's no need to worry about her..all you need to worry about, is how long you can play hide and seek without being found...~"

Shaking, you hang up the phone and move away, only for it to start ringing once again, you cry in dismay and you pick it up 'W-WHAT DO Y-YOU WANT!?" the voice laughs before silencing, "You~ Now, get ready..10..9...." you quickly realized his counting down meant HIDE, hurrying, you take the phone with you and run upstairs, hiding in Sid's room in her closet since it was more roomy, and it was the closest spot you could choose in time, "8..7..6..5..." you shake, gripping onto the nearest sharp object you would find in Sid's closet, which happened to be a self defense knife given to her by Dewey a while back after the two murders, "4..3..2..."

The phone went silent, causing your breath to hitch and your heart to skip in a bad way, you await the last horrid number, yet it never came, you release a shaking sigh, before hearing the heavy footsteps of boots coming closer to the closet you were hiding in, and from the other line of the phone, and just outside of the door, you hear,

"One..~"