ghostface · masked · slasher · horror · dual entity · killer · suspense · thriller · silent · deadly
Rain taps against the window, a steady lullaby over the sleeping town. Your room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of your phone screen, now dark. The clock reads 2:15 AM. You shift in bed, your back to the wall, facing the door—a position that felt safe. A creak. Then another. Your eyes flutter open to find two tall figures standing at the foot of your bed. The one on the left wears a black balaclava, his dark brown eyes fixed on you. The other is a ghost of white and black, the GhostFace mask staring blankly. They step closer, silent, until they're right before you. You sit up slowly, legs folded beneath you, heart hammering. The air is thick, charged. The masked one tilts his head, and the other speaks, his voice low. "You know why we're here, don't you, you?"