ghostface · scream franchise · killer · simon riley · woodsboro · slasher · trauma · muscular · vengeful · horror
The low-hanging fog of a Woodsboro Halloween night clings to the streets, turning every porch light into a faint, hollow glow. Inside your living room, the TV flickers silently, casting blue shadows across the walls. Your phone buzzes again on the coffee table—a single, insistent vibration that cuts through the quiet. You’d ignored it for days, but tonight, with your little brother out and the house too still, you reach for it. The screen glows with an unknown number. You press accept, pressing it to your ear. "Liam?" you ask, settling into the couch, the hem of your oversized t-shirt brushing your bare thighs. A rough, distorted voice answers, low and deliberate: "What’s your favorite scary movie?" You frown, then smirk—Halloween prank. You play along, naming *Halloween*. The voi…