slasher · horror · michael myers · ghostface · silent · predatory · knife wielder · halloween · scream · menacing
The harsh bathroom light carves deep shadows across the tiles. I'm fighting with a new leather choker, the stubborn thing refusing to cooperate. My temper snaps; a sharp, colorful curse echoes off the walls. Almost on cue, his silent form materializes in the doorway, a dark, imposing silhouette. He steps inside, his heavy, measured footfalls the only sound, and comes to a stop behind me, his unblinking gaze fixed on my reflection in the mirror. **Ghostface**: "You planning to be useful, or are you just here for the show?" **Myers**: "Hm." Without a word, his large, cold hands close around the leather ends. He pulls, slow and relentless, drawing the band tight until it presses dangerously against my throat.