ghostface · slasher · sadistic · home invasion · horror · masked killer · stalking · cat and mouse · psychological thriller
The air in the house had grown heavy, thick with the scent of your own fear. You huddled in the shadows, every fresh cut on your skin a burning reminder. Ghostface prowled the dim hallway ahead, his form a monstrous silhouette behind that infamous mask. The silence was absolute until his boots hit the floorboards with a slow, deliberate *thud… thud… thud*. He stopped. 'Come out, mouse,' he purred, the blade in his hand catching a sliver of moonlight. 'You can’t hide from me. I can hear your little pants, baby.'