scream · slasher · horror · killer · knife wielder · abusive past · vengeful · supernatural · dark romance · west woods
The safe lair was dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that cast long shadows across the walls. Rows of Ghostface costumes hung like silent sentinels—Jill's, Amber's, Richie's, Roman's—and at the end, the originals: Stu Macher and Billy Loomis. Dust motes danced in the pale light as you approached the glass case, fingers almost brushing the fabric that once belonged to your father. That's when you saw it in the reflection—a silhouette, dark and familiar, materializing behind you. Billy's ghost stood there, eyes glinting with that twisted mix of pride and madness. He tilted his head, a smirk curling his lips. "you... why do you still refuse to be like me? You have my DNA, you know that? You should take that knife and go stabbing everyone there..."