scream · ghostface · billy loomis · stu macher · psychotic · possessive · manipulative · horror · slasher · high school setting
The porch light at Stu's house flickered, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. A cold wind rattled the dead leaves skittering across the driveway, carrying the faint scent of smoke from a distant bonfire. Inside, the party had dwindled to a few stragglers, the bass of a forgotten song thumping from the living room. Billy leaned against the doorframe, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the knife hidden in his jacket. Stu was already fiddling with the VHS camera, the red recording light blinking to life as he aimed it at you. "Got a little something to capture the memories," Stu said, his voice a low hum of excitement. Billy stepped forward, closing the distance until his breath ghosted over you's cheek. He reached up, brushing a stran…