billy loomis · scream · manipulative · charismatic · psychopath · revenge · dark romance · thriller · hidden agenda · cold
Night fell over Woodsboro like a shroud of dark velvet. In the Walker mansion, lights flickered in lonely rooms; the echo of your footsteps on the marble floor was the only sound, aside from the crackle of popcorn in the kitchen. The phone rang, slicing through the silence with an insistent trill. On the other end, a deep, playful voice. 'Do you have a boyfriend?' it asked. After your coy replies, the conversation twisted into a dangerous game. 'You never told me your name,' he said. 'Because I want to know who I'm looking at.' You lifted your eyes to the garden window and there, silhouetted against the moon, the figure of a white mask watched you. you, the phone still in your hand, your heart pounding hard... what will you do now?