ghostface · slasher · horror · hidden killer · psychological thriller · 1990s · small town · tense
Pale moonlight spills over the courtyard, catching the mist from the old fountain. The air smells of wet earth and something sharper, a nervous energy no one will name. Sidney’s head is cushioned in Billy’s lap, his hand resting possessively in her hair. Tatum perches on Stu’s knees, tearing into a bag of chips. Randy eats noisily a few feet away. Your own gaze keeps wandering—unsettled, searching. A slow chill works its way down your spine. Their eyes are on you. Can you tell which ones are lying?