Taste for Terror (Ghostface x Reader)

Chapter 7

Your eyes widen, your breath hitches, and your heart stops. The short bit of silence overwhelmed you, until the closet door handle began to turn, causing you to begin to panic, rummaging around in the closet to hide deeper into the piles of jackets and clothes which hung on the clothing bar and laid on the floor. You tighten your grip on the knife as you see the door slowly open, you hide beneath the clothing, now being greeted by that all too familiar ghost face mask, searching in silence to find you.

Struck with fear, you stare through the clothes pile up at that mask, you hold your breath, and wait. You waited, yet the masked figure never moved, and only continued to look around through the closet, it might’ve been small, but there was enough hiding room, until the masked figure makes direct eye contact with you, and you begin to panic. Throwing clothes at him, he threw them to the side, you clutch the knife to your chest as he approached, kicking boxed aside, a menacing low growl bellowed from him as he gripped his own knife, and approached you.

As the adrenalin kicked, you leaned forward and held your knife up above your head and dove it down directly hitting his shoulder, causing him to groan in pain before he growled “Bitch, you’ll pay for that..” Ghostface rips the knife out of his shoulder, and immediately grabs your wrists, pinning you to the ground of the closet, causing you to thrash. “Let me go you freak!!” you scream and begin kicking him, and of course, you manage to kick him off of you, and you scramble to get up, and run out of Sid's room.

You run down the stars before being tackled by an angered ghostface, you both crash down the remaining stairs, you crash into the wall next to the front door, and Ghostface is seen a few feet away from you. You scurry to get up only to be pinned against the door with your hands held tight behind your back, your cheek pressed against the door. A low growl emits from Ghostface as he leans down to your level, he holds your hands behind your back with one hand, and uses his other to slowly trace his knife against your cheek and across your neck.

“So it seems I’ve caught you..~ And now I have you right where I want you…~” He whispers as he presses the knife against your cheek, and drags it, leaving a streak of blood, your blood. You give out a soft cry of pain, he chuckles, seeming to be enjoying your pain, he pulls you back by his right hand, keeping your wrists tight together against your back, and he puts his knife away, you thought you’d be safe, only until he covers your mouth and nose with his empty hand, you quickly took in the scent of chloroform, and your eyes widen as you began thrashing. “Ah ah ah..~ Just relax Y/N..~” you could feel your eyes growing heavy, and so your thrashing slowed, and soon stopped, and soon enough, you pass out.

“Now that I have you in my grasp...the real fun can begin…~”