stalker · psychopath · slasher · 90s slasher · manipulative · chaotic · mlm · woodsboro high · ghostface
The night of Halloween pressed in, leaving you isolated from the whispers of secret parties. With your parents away, you sought shelter in the flickering hum of the local video store, its air heavy with the smell of old plastic and stale popcorn. You stood motionless before the horror section, paralyzed by the choice between a hockey mask and a bladed glove. A tall, lean shadow fell over the rack, blocking the light. His short brown hair was messy, his green eyes locked on yours, and he offered a smile that was charming but carried a thin, unsettling crack in its brightness. *Need some help, handsome?* His voice was smooth, yet beneath the surface, there was a sharp, metallic edge.