#ghostface fan

[clownteeth6]

Jed Olson time

[yourhorrorwhore]

Dark Skies Bring Sharp Knives

Chapter 5

I'm All Ears

You know that feeling when your mom tells you to clean your room before she gets home and then she texts you that she's five minutes away from home so you start cleaning like you just snorted a shit tone of cocaine? Yeah, that was the type of level I was on while driving towards my brothers school. Eli is my only brother, if anyone hurts him it's going to be me and only me. If this fucking asshole lays a finger on a single hair of his, I'm gonna make him regret screwing with us. As I began to near the school, my phone was sent a string of new text messages. I decided to let my phone connect via bluetooth and read out the messages in which they were received. "Message from UNKNOWN. I wonder how long it will take for you to get here on time." Fuck, he knows I'm coming. How, is the remaining question? Another thought that loomed over my head was how much does this stranger know about me? I don't mind a bit of attention here and there but this is far past my comfort zone. "New message from UNKNOWN. You better hurry, class is over. I can see him now. How about I do you the favor and take him home for you?" No, I can't let this happen! I picked up my phone and parked as quickly as I could. Calling Eli as fast as one could imagine, I started jogging towards his classroom as the phone kept ringing. I got no response as the call went straight to voice mail. "Eli!" Teachers began looking my direction with concern but how could I tell them there's a serial killer on the campus? "Eli!" I finally managed to get to his classroom and saw that he was being lectured by his teacher. "Christ, there you are.." His teacher, Mrs. Alexander, walked towards me with a face that had no ounce of amusement on it. Eli was in trouble again, I can take a few guesses but I better hear it from her. "Hello, Billie. Nice to see you again. I'm sorry to keep you waiting and have you run out here, but I needed to teach Elijah here that being on his phone during class is disruptive to his education." Now I understand why he didn't answer my calls. My heart rate decided to finally come back down to earth and resume its regular schedule. "Promise me you'll stay off your phone in my class? I don't want to have to send you out for now following rules." Eli looked down as he shifted uncomfortably knowing full well he'll get lectured when he gets home. "I promise." Mrs. Alexander sighed, drained of all energy I'd assume from teaching little demons all day. She was a respectable teacher but like most people there was only so much she could take. "Thank you, Elijah. You can go, enjoy your evening. Be sure to do your homework."

Pulling him close to my side, I gave his teacher a thumbs up signaling that I would make sure he would do the work once he's home. "I swear she only picks on me. Everyone else who gets on their phone she just gives warnings. I always get in trouble." I had to bring my scrambling mind back into focus as we got inside my car. My eyes couldn't help but look everywhere to make sure no one was watching or following us back to my car. I've watched Taken one too many times and for good reason. Once we were safe according to my good judgement, I drove us both back home. "You okay? You look tense." Eli glanced over towards me, picking up on my distress. Normally we'd be chatting it up on the way back home but after the day and night I've had, I wasn't exactly feeling myself. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just dealing with some personal shit. Thanks though." I had to play this off as best I could, I didn't want to put anyone at risk. However, not telling anyone what's going on felt exactly like I was putting my family in some form of danger. I just don't want anyone to worry and be too protective over me. That's how more people get hurt. Like it or not, I feel like I'm alone on this one. Pulling up into the driveway, I rushed ourselves into the house and up to my room to be greeted by our feline friend, Ghost. "He's so cute! Look at his eyes, they're so blue. Cool.." At least Elijah is safe and happy with the new pet. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if he got hurt. Elijah's fifteen but I always felt like I had to play the role of backup parent towards him. He's a good little brother and surprisingly doesn't annoy me as much. He always wanted to be near me when he was younger but as he got older, spending more time with his friends became a priority. Guess I couldn't blame him, that's how I started out myself. "Yeah, he's pretty cute. Very friendly too. Not sure how I'll be able to convince mom and dad to let us keep him. I'm sure there'll be some pushback." Not that my family was anti animals but they never really pushed for pets in the house. Hopefully Ghost will be able to persuade them with his charm. "I'll have to run to the store later to grab supplies for him. This may come as a shock to you but we have zero cat food or toys." Eli smirked at my sarcasm, going along with it effortlessly as he pet the fluffy cat. "Damn, just when I thought we were fully stocked." I chuckled lightly, I loved the shared bond we had with one another. Most siblings fight each other but we somehow managed to skip that phase for now. Not sure if it'll happen soon or ever for that matter.

Glancing over at my phone again, I had seen that my new best friend sent me a few more messages while I was trying to get a grip on reality. "It really carves a smile on my face to see you scared. Always looking over your shoulder to make sure no ones watching you." Okay, this person is one hundred percent stalking me. Not a doubt in my mind he's watching me now... "I want you, Billie. I want you to be begging for mercy under my knife." I'm being hunted by some maniac with a knife and a niche for killing college students. What the fuck is going on in this town? "You will be MINE Billie. You'll cave eventually. Watch your back baby, or my knife will greet it first." This asshole is getting on my nerves. What's the obsession with me about? I don't exactly like the idea of this guy killing innocent people because of me. There has to be a motive but what? Gathering up some courage I decided to respond to this stranger. Maybe I can get some answers out of him. Here's to wishful thinking. "What if I'm playing hard to "catch?" What if I'm some weird girl who's into all this shit?" I can't let this person take a hold over my life. What if they know who I am personally? This can cause an issue quickly. My phones text alert went off, let the record show that serial killers respond faster than any other guy I've tried dating. "I doubt that. If that was true, I'd have you in my arms drooling for me to do unspeakable things to your body." I have his attention. For how long though? "Why me? Why target me? I'm nobody special. Can't you just fuck off and kill yourself?" Forgetting Eli was in my room still, he picked up Ghost and headed off to his room to chat with his online friends. Probably for the best. "Someone's being bold today. I wouldn't play so tough Billie. Mommy and daddy will be home soon. Be a shame to find their only children gutted on the floor. If you play nice, I'll tell you." Shit, the last thing I need is to put me or my brother at risk. It's me he's interested in, I'd rather keep it that way. "Fine. So can you tell me now?" Suddenly my phone started to ring. It was him, not a doubt in my mind. Fuck I hope this doesn't get me killed. I answered the phone and put the call on speaker. "Hello?" My voice sounded nervous, something he could easily detect. "You got a lot of fucking nerve puffing your chest up to me, Billie. Why the sudden change in attitude?" Whatever voice scrambler he was using was doing it's job. There was no way for me to tell who this person was. "What? You don't like when I stand up to you? I thought you wanted to kill me? Doesn't this just wanna make you come out and get it over with?" The stranger began laughing. "Don't try and play smart with me. Patience is a virtue. You wanna know why I picked you?" Yes, for fucks sake this guy likes to hear himself talk. "There's something I see about you that stands out and I'm very fascinated by it. So much so that I want you for myself." What the fuck does that even mean? Like a slave? "I'm not sure I'm understanding what you want here." There was a brief pause. Only the sound of his breath could be heard. "I want you, Billie. Mine and only mine. Body and soul. If I can't have you, no one can." There's no way this guy is expecting to go out on cute couple dates after talking to me like this. Not sure holding hands at the park would be appropriate after butchering my friends. "I'm not some pet you can just keep for yourself, asshole! I'm a person, I have a life!"

Silence once again, at this point It was starting to become deafening. I shouldn't have done this. I'm regretting ever wondering why he chose me in the first place. "Come to your window." My heart skipped a beat. No way.. there's no chance he's outside. I peeled the curtain back slowly and there he was. Phone in hand, knife in the other. "I know where you live, where you go to school and who your friends are. You can't run from me." My heart began to pound in my chest harder and faster, I was scared he'd might hear it. I didn't know what to do, how to respond. So I said the first thing that came to mind. "Fuck.. you." The stranger flipped the knife in his hand as he tilted his head slightly. "Well, only if you say so." As he dropped the call to an abrupt end, he looked up and stared at me for what felt like minutes. Faster than I could blink, he made a quick dash towards the house. "Fuck!" He was headed towards the garage and I know for a fact it's unlocked. Running back down stairs and praying to God I make it in time, I quickly ran to the door and locked it. "Shit!" I leaned against the counter to catch my breathe and look out the window. He was gone, for now. This could've gotten worse and fast. Taking a final glance at the window, a chill was sent down my spine. There the mask was staring back at me but not from the outside. Spinning around with a closed fist, my swing was halted by his stronger grip. His other hand held the blade to my throat, pressing it slightly hard against my skin. "Scream and you die here and now." I remained silent even though every part of my body wanted to run and scream bloody murder. "I warned you what would happen. Pushing my body up against the wall, his hand clamped around my throat while his blade explored all over my body slowly eventually making its way back up to meet between my eyes. He shifted his gaze towards the light switch then back at me. "I can't stay long. So much to do so little time. Especially since you've been wasting mine." Before I could speak, his knife flicked the switch down, leaving me in darkness. Only the light from outside shined down onto the sink. "You've got guts, Billie. Surrender to me or I'll see what those guts of yours look like." There was a sound of shuffling cloth before me. With no light on us, I couldn't make out any details of this person besides his height. My thoughts became interrupted as I felt a pair of lips clash into mine. Man, this was absolutely, hands down, not a single doubt in my mind... a man. His hand clamped onto the back of my hair pulling it back forcing my face up higher to meet his nonexistent one. His kisses were deep and full of passion, almost like he waited his whole life for this moment. This is a homicidal maniac, and no, I will not date him! If the circumstances were different, I might have reconsidered.

Once he got his mouthful, the man adjusted his mask to make sure no further parts of his face exposed his identity. "Your lips are so soft. Can't wait to discover the other ones." Soon, a pair of headlights shined into the main living room windows. It was mom, finally back home from work. As I turned to say a few memorable last words to the stranger, he was gone. Engulfed by the darkness as it was his only means of getting away from sticky situations. I turned the light on and quickly brushed down my hair with my fingers, trying my best to not look like I was just held up by a killer. As my mother walked in with her hands full of groceries, I jogged over towards her and began offering my free services. "Thank you, your dad will be home a bit late tonight but I'm gonna go ahead and start prepping dinner for us. Help me get the rest, please." Walking out slowly towards the car, I began checking my surroundings to make sure yet again that I wasn't being watched. I quickly grabbed the rest of the bags and items in the trunk and quickly hauled them inside to make sure no more trips needed to be made back outside. I was quickly beginning to learn that my life won't be going back to normal any time soon. Elijah rushed downstairs excited to show off our new edition to the family. "Mom, look! Billie found a cat outside! We named him Ghost! Please, please, please can we keep him?" My mother cast what seemed to be the most annoyed glare ever directly towards me, her arms crossed around her chest. "You let a stray cat with God knows what type of diseases it might be carrying, inside our house?" Should of seen that coming, leave it to mom to be the one to shut down all forms of fun. "Yes, I know it's a stray but it was hungry and rain was coming in, I didn't want it to be outside getting poured on." My mother ran her fingers through her thick brown hair, pushing it away from her face. "Look, Billie, I understand you like pets but if you want it, you care for it. This is your responsibility now. I can't wait to hear what your dads going to say." I was a bit curious myself to hear what he had to say about the situation but as of right now, I'm just glad everyone is okay and safe. For now. I needed a minute to calm myself down and find some peace to ease my mind.

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be over the moon for a cat.. I'll be in my room." Ignoring the chatter left behind me downstairs, my phone started to alert me to a text from Jasper. Looking at the text, I saw a picture attached to his message. "Got my own place! Home sweet home, right?" That's adorable, I've always wanted my own place to be able to decorate it the way I see fit. My own sweet escape from reality. "That's great! can't wait to see it all done!" Resting my head down on the pillow, my thoughts began to travel back to the incident in the kitchen. What really was it that this guy saw in me? What was so alluring that he had to target me above anyone else? Before I could close my eyes, Jasper started to call me. Can I not just get some well deserved rest in this life? "Hello?" I tried my best to sound half asleep in hopes he'd pick up on my tone. "Hey, sorry to disturb you but I do have furniture here! Was gonna offer you a dinner slash movie night if you were up to it? If not, it's okay! We can always plan another night if that's okay?" I'm suddenly wide awake and ready to leave now. A night spent with Jasper? Sign me the hell up! "Yeah, I'm down! Text me the address, I'll be there soon." I grabbed my keys and roughed up bag before rushing back down. "I'll be back, going to Maddie's dorm!" I yelled at mother before she had a chance to speak about dinner. Lasagna can wait, this was a much better way to clear my mind from anything. Once I entered my car, I received the address from Jasper, giving me the location to his new place. Perfect, only a ten minute drive. Turning on my playlist to relax my mind once more. Putting the gear into reverse, I pulled out the driveway and headed off towards what I can only hope a fun night and lots of sex. Driving slightly over the speed limit, my thoughts began to travel once more. I began imagining Jaspers hand between my thighs, grasping at them firmly and slowly parting them like the red sea. This man has me wrapped around his finger and he doesn't even know it yet. Maybe tonight he can finally show me what I was missing out on.

Focusing my attention back onto driving, I started to push on the acceleration urging my car to go faster. I eventually began to pull up into the neighborhood and started looking for the address. Didn't take too long to figure out since he was standing outside with a beer in his hand and blunt in the other. I parked my car up on the curb and rushed out to greet him. "You rolled a blunt for me? You're too kind." Snatching away his special herb and inhaling a much needed hit, Jasper chuckled softly and offered me a drink. "I hope you like green apple flavor. Unfortunately for you, there were not fruity combination type drinks. I did my best to look though." I smiled softly and hugged him briefly to show my appreciation. "Thanks for checking, you didn't have to but that was sweet of you... So, do I get a mini tour?" Jasper quickly finished his bottle before tossing it towards a near by trash bin and gestured me inside with his arms. "Ladies first." He smiled as he pushed the door open. The home was a bit outdated but there was a unique charm to it. Just a bit of TLC could really bring it back to life. "There's not much, just the basics for now. Couch, table, tv, and bed. The rest I'm still working on." I began exploring the kitchen and of course investigating his pantry. "Sorry, not many snacks to munch on either. I need to go grab some food tomorrow. Tonight I thought we'd order in and watch a movie or something." Behave yourself, Billie. Now is not the time to start getting excited. "Yeah, sure! Chinese sound good?" Jasper smiled as he began ordering on his phone. "Always! What do you want? Here's the menu." After taking what felt like an eternity looking through their menu, we decided to pig out and order a shit tone of food. Being high does that to you and those munchies will be in our favor later. "So, how was your day?" Oh God, lets not go there. Anything but my day. "Pretty lame. Just found a stray cat and watched the rain. You?" Jasper inhaled slowly as we both walked towards the couch, sinking into its comfortable cushion. "Well, I got this place set up earlier and then decided I didn't want to wait till tomorrow to see you. Figured you'd wanna be the first person to come check out my place tonight." My stomach began to flutter. He was thinking of me like that? I couldn't help but feel flattered that he wanted me to be the first one seeing his new home.  

"Well, I mean.. I like it. It's cozy, ya know?" Jasper pulled my legs over his lap, wrapping his arm around my neck. The smell of beer and weed lingered onto his body with a hint of cologne that smelled like heaven. My heart started beating faster as I began to feel nervous. Was it happening right here, right now? "You look pretty tonight. I hope I don't ruin any makeup you have on." I locked eyes with him and started to speak with a calm, low tone. "What do you mean?" He smiled as he took another hit before answering my question. "The food. It can be messy so I apologize in advance if it gets messed up." There's no way in hell he meant the food. I wanted this man, more than anything I wanted him to just ruin me but I had to play it cool. One step at a time. "So, got any movie ideas? Comedy, romance, horror, sci-fi?" Jasper reached for his remote and began scrolling through the many streaming services he has. Netflix, HBO, Hulu, Amazon, Disney+, you name it, he had it. After scrolling for a while, we landed on watching the first Alien movie. Our Chinese order had just so happen to arrive right at the same moment. Things were falling into place so smoothly and I couldn't be happier. We set up our plates on the coffee table in front of the couch and began feasting like starving animals. Truthfully, Alien may have not been the right choice of movie to pick while eating but both of us were too stoned to care. Only food could satisfy our needs right now. Thirty minutes in and I started feeling a bit full to my stomach. Chinese always knows how to hit the spot. "Hey, I got to ask you something. You don't need to respond to it if its too uncomfortable but.. do you think the killer was in the house with us the night of the party?" I placed my fork down into a pool of lo mein noodles and carefully swallowed a chunk of orange chicken before collecting my thoughts for an appropriate answer. "I think we got lucky we didn't have to find out ourselves. If the killer was there, it could've been anyone. They say it's usually someone you know. I don't have many friends so, I'm not sure it's anyone I know." Except maybe my fucked in the head ex, that seems like a fair suspect.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I still feel guilty for leaving you the way I did. I promise I was having a fun time with you. Hopefully you enjoyed yourself too." Perfect transition. Now I can work my magic. "Well, I mean I was, but... I wish I could've had some more time with you." My hand snaked its way slowly up his thigh and began rubbing closer towards his zipper. Jasper smirked and locked eyes with mine, his hand holding my lower jaw closer to his face. "Well, we could pick up where we left off if you want." My hand was quickly grasped by his as he placed it over his now growing erection. Holy shit, it's just as I imagined, if not better than that. Picking me up in one swift move, I was carried towards the bedroom and tossed like a used shirt onto his bed. "Take your top off, please. Bra as well." I wasn't about to argue with the man, I wanted this as much as him. Maybe a bit more on my end but who fuckin cares? Watching Jasper strip down and revealing his fully erect cock sent me straight up to heaven and back down to enjoy every second. He grabbed my ankles as he pulled me towards the edge of the bed and started ripping my jeans off along with my underwear. "Those don't need to be on as well." While I wasn't about to disagree with him, my face began to feel flushed and hot to the touch. The want and desire filled the room as I began instinctively lifting my hips towards him. "Someone's excited. You're making a mess all over yourself." A pool of warm liquid had begun spilling its way out from my body. There was no way to conceal my desires now. This man had me wanting him to do everything and anything to me, I honestly fee like he could pull out a brick and I'd be all for it. "Now, before I go on any further.. I need to know something." I swear I'm not a virgin, please don't ask me that.. "Are you okay with me being rough with you tonight? I'd rather hear it from you right here and now." Well that was unexpected. Sweet and nice of him to ask for my verbal consent, but also unexpected. I mean, we're both fully naked at this point, I think it's safe to say I consent. "Yes, yes, I consent. I'm all for it. Please, I'm down for whatever you want." Jasper smiled for half a second before he dove straight down between my legs. His tongue slowly began gliding smoothly between my lips, each stroke earning him soft moans. My back slowly arched up towards the ceiling as my hands found a fistful of his hair to grip and pull in closer.

"Fuck.." His tongue felt warm and wet from his salivating mouth, hungry for more sounds of pure ecstasy to escape from me. "You taste so good, baby.." I've always been self conscience about my body and all the fluids that leak from it, hearing him sound satisfied with how I tasted sent chills down my spine and legs. "Keep going, please.." My thighs began squeezing the sides of his head as my hand pushed his face back down towards my wet lips. With one arm, Jasper managed to push open my right leg and slip in his middle and index fingers. His fingers curled inside slowly at first but eventually picking up speed as he carefully massaged my G-spot. "How's it feel? You're squirming so much for me." Must I answer his blatantly obvious question? Was my body language and moaning not enough to signal that I was enjoying every second of this moment? "Good... It feels really good." Jasper placed a soft kiss atop of my knee before removing his now creamy covered fingers. "You ready for more?" As Jasper began aligning himself in front of me, my thoughts started to take me back to my nightmare. Seeing Jasper above me one second and the next some deranged killer. "Yes, please.." Now is not the time to be thinking of that serial killer. What was it the people of this town called them? Ghostface? My train of thoughts were pleasantly interrupted by Jaspers fully erect member gliding slowly up and down between my creamy covered lips, careful not to insert himself inside. "Before I continue, I have to ask. Are you on any form of birth control? I'm all for being a father one day but not so soon." He chuckled momentarily as he looked deeply into my lustful eyes, holding a strong gaze. "It's okay, I'm on the pill. I'll be fine." I was actually impressed by the pure willpower Jasper held to make sure I was feeling okay with everything he was doing and to even ask about birth control. A lot of guys just assume once the clothes are off, it's green lights from there on. "Perfect, then I can start doing this." With one swift thrust, he was fully emerged inside of me and began finding a smooth rhythm. "Fuck, you're so tight." His moans and grunting became intoxicating sounds as he started sliding himself in deeper and with more force behind each thrust. My legs began to lock onto his hips, almost as to make sure he didn't find himself losing his target. The sound of skin smacking against each other echoed in the moderately empty bedroom, surely loud enough to be heard throughout the entire house. Thankfully it was only us, the last thing I needed was unwelcomed guests interrupting our intense love making. "Turn around, lay on your stomach and put your arms behind your back.." I was never introduced to rough sex mainly because my ex's didn't know how to communicate with me about the things that I liked. It was always the same old missionary position for five quick minutes and that was it.

Doing as told, Jasper pinned my wrists together with a single hand and raised my hips with the other. Feeling him insert himself back inside sent my eyes rolling to the back of my skull. My lip was facing punishment by my teeth as I bit harder from each thrust Jasper delivered. His hand began to rub my ass in slow circles before coming down with hard smacks. This was definitely going to leave some sort of bruise or print in the morning, not that I had any objections to begin with. Releasing my wrists from his hold, Jasper soon found himself a fistful of my hair to pull back and press his face close to my ear. "Do you like getting fucked like this?" My moans began to increase as each thrust brought us both closer to a blissful orgasm. "Yes!" My moans prevented me from speaking further on. What else was there to say? Jaspers fingers found its way down to my clit, rubbing it like his life depended on it. "Please, don't stop.. so close." My breathing had started to become more erratic as his thrusts were lifting me higher to the clouds above. A few more hard deep strokes later and I could tell he was on the verge of finishing. My legs had begun to start shaking as my body was radiating an intense amount of heat also nearing the finish line. "You ready baby?" Jaspers breathing was becoming heavier as he managed to hold himself a few seconds longer before releasing his load. "Yes, finish in me!" My nails dug into his shoulder blades as he slammed his body into me one last time before delivering his full load. A wave washed over me as my body became a spiraling mess. Reaching an orgasm this intense had been hard for me to reach with any of my previous partners. With him it almost felt natural and easy for him to achieve. "Holy fuck.. that was.." I looked over to Jaspers sweaty body, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath as he regained his stamina. "Amazing?" I smiled as I inhaled short quick breathes of air. "Yes... you're so perfect Billie. There's something about you that I just feel like I understand. Wish I knew what but.. maybe a mystery isn't all the bad?" I smiled softly before leaning into his warm body for comfort. "I'm just me. That's all." After a moment of silence and recovery from a steamy fuck session, we both quickly washed our sweaty bodies off from the stench of sex and any left over fluids that lingered. Once back into our clothes, Jasper pulled me in close for a night of cuddles and hopefully sweet dreams. "Goodnight, Billie." Jasper leaned over my shoulder leaving a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling back to rest his head above mine. "Goodnight, Jasper." Before I knew it, we had both fallen into a deep death like sleep.

[scorbunny]

matthew lillard doing the iconic ghostface knife wipe like that HAD to be intentional

[fallow-horn]

Is that?? Mr. National Treasure Willy's Wonderland Himself???

[hellbinism]

「 H E L L O ? 」

[madpatti]

Some slasher art I did in 2023 :)

Hope yall have a nice new year❤️

[the-nonesuch]

Malevolence

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔙𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔬𝔟𝔶 𝔇𝔬𝔬

[transitcowboy]

I kinda miss making YT thumbnails.

[deadmothsketches]

guess who forgot to post this on halloween? lol

[ohtobeleah]

Scream // Jake Seresin

🔪 Summary: When home alone on Halloween Eve, someone keeps calling you from an unknown number. As fear begins to consume you and panic builds as you run for your life, the masked stranger really takes advantage of the pretty girl he’s decided to hunt down.

🔪 Warnings: Mask kink, CNC (consensual non-consent) knife play, unprotected sex, oral sex (m. receiving), choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, degradation, creampie, rough sex. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Ghost Face likeness/cosplay.

🔪 Word Count: 7.6k

🔪 Author Note: Happy Halloween ya filthy animals. Hope you enjoy this X-rated Ohtobeleah Halloween Special! Concepts are open for this one too! Especially with that ending….

Spooky season. It had to be your favourite time of year. The fall brought so many changes and flavours and aesthetics you just couldn’t resist. From the pumpkin spiced everything’s to the burnt embers and oranges that littered the trees that lined the sidewalks. To the overconsumption of old Halloween classics and seasonal house decor that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

Halloween was and always would be, yourself favourite holiday, and for that you thanked the pagans for their belief system many centuries ago. Without them? Why else would you have an excuse to sit in your living room with what felt like an endless supply of single wrapped sweets and chocolates that you should very well have been saving for the trick or treaters that would be roaming the streets of suburban Texas the following night. 

“Is that how you wanna spend your summer?” You’d seen IT probably a million times before, but it was always a good start. “Inside of an arcade?” Eddie Kaspbrak asked little Richie Tozier as you popped another Reese's peanut butter cup into your mouth. 

“Beats spending it inside your mother.” You couldn’t help but to say the line out loud knowing exactly what comeback was coming around the corner. Like clockwork little Richie said the same thing he always said and you laughed like an adolescent. Yeah, the IT Saga was always a good place to start before moving into the Halloween Collection and Scream Series. 

You were what some would call ‘Basic’ But to you basic was better than being overly ambitious and lacking in complete pop culture appreciation for the movies that were, in your very not so professional opinion, the backbone of the spooky season film industry. 

In need of another glass of Prosecco or perhaps something a little stronger and gin based, you made your way into the kitchen after you’d paused your movie. The house smells of cinnamon and pumpkin, there was no escape from the ever present and consuming aroma of fall as you took a moment to decide if you were going to finish that bottle of Prosecco or move on to the big boys. The gin sours. After all, you were home all alone on Halloween Eve and there was nothing stopping you from getting a little tipsy in the quiet and comfortable silence of your humble abode. 

Even your Flyboy boyfriend, Jake Seresin, wasn’t coming home. The original plan had been he was taking some much needed leave to come home and spend two full weeks back in the arms of the woman he loved so dearly. But things changed, life happened, and all of a sudden you were facing the reality that you would be alone for the Halloween holiday head on. 

You couldn’t blame him, it was just the way the job went sometimes. Things came up, plans changed overnight and soon enough, four entire months had passed since you’d last seen Lieutenant Commander Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, or as he was more affectionately known to you as, Flyboy.

It was just the way the pumpkin spiced cookie crumbled this time around, but Jake had promised the minute Robert Floyd was back on deck after his four weeks of leave for paternity were over, he was racing back to you. 

In the middle of your silent thoughts on when you’d get to see your boyfriend of three years again, your phone began to vibrate back on the coffee table where you’d left it. The ringer had been silent—but the vibration against the glass was all you needed to hear as you padded back into the living room. Still drinkless and very much sober, something that needed to change very quickly if you were going to enjoy your time alone. 

You anticipated the call to be Jake, but when the caller ID didn’t read ‘Flyboy’ with one of those obnoxious pink hearts next to it, you frowned. All that was staring back at you was an unknown number, one you hadn’t seen before. One that didn’t look familiar or resemble any contact you might have accidentally deleted from your contacts. 

You’d heard what could become of curious minds, but that didn’t stop you from swiping the pad of your thumb across the vibrating screen before you held your phone up to your ear. 

“Hello?” You asked cautiously, already wondering who could be calling you this late who didn’t know you. 

“Hello?” A voice you didn’t recognise mimicked your greeting. 

“Yes?” You grimaced at your own stupidity for a second as you made your way back into the kitchen. 

“Who is this?” The man on the other end of the phone asked like he wasn’t the one who called you. 

“Hmm—Well who are you trying to reach?” You tried to remain polite, for all you knew as you reached up for the bottle of gin, it truly could have been a mistake. A wrong number situation if you will. 

“What number is this?” The man asked, a little more confused. 

“Well what number are you trying to reach?” Your patience was going a little thin, but nevertheless you remained polite. 

“I don’t know.” The man on the end of the line sounded as if he shrugged with a cocky little smirk. Was this some sort of prank call? 

“I think you have the wrong number.” As if you were going to play along. Prank calls around this time of year were a dime a dozen and you just weren’t in the mood for childish antics. 

“Do I?” He asked, almost shocked, like he knew that he had the right number all along. Because he did. 

“It happens.” You shrugged it off with a quick eye roll, silently masking your annoyance. “Take it easy man.” You ended the call with a quick sigh and placed your phone on the counter as you went about making yourself a stronger, more appropriate beverage. The night was still somewhat young and you wanted a buzz. But then, once again, your phone rang with that same unknown number. At first you weren’t going to answer, but something inside you told you it could just be one of Jake’s friends pulling a prank. 

“Hello?” You tried to mask the annoyance in your tone but it must have come across as clear as day as you answered the phone. Same unknown number, same smug voice. 

“I’m sorry—I guess I dialled the wrong number.” The man on the other end sounded like he smiled through his words. 

“So why’d you dial it again?” It was a genuine question, why would someone who dialled the wrong number dial it again? On purpose. 

“To apologise.” The man replied rather quickly as you worked to pour yourself a rather strong shot of gin. It was going straight into the shaker. 

“Well consider your apology accepted.” How stupid was the guy? “Goodbye now—“

“Wait, wait—don’t hang up.” He nearly begged, you could hear the desperation in his voice, the need to keep you on the line. What was this weirdo playing at? 

“Why would I not?” You frowned, stilling your movements to pounder this entire situation. Who the fuck was this guy? What did he want? Did you know him? Was this some sort of prank? 

“Because I wanna talk to you for a second.” Oh okay, now you got it.

“They’ve got numbers for that kinda shit.” You chuckled to yourself under your breath. “I ain't that kinda girl.” You didn't even bother saying goodbye this time, you simply pressed the end call button and went about making yourself a drink. 

By the time you got settled back on the couch amongst a sea of throw blankets and halloween themed pillows, the TV had dimmed. If anything that was a clear indication as to how much time you had actually wasted talking to that random creeper on the phone. 

As you got settled, the buzzing vibration of your phone on the coffee table scared the ever living Christ from you. You groaned when you saw it, that same unknown number. With a huff, you answered. 

“Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” Your heart nearly sunk at the harshness the man used as you held your phone up against your ear. 

“Who the hell is this?” You frowned again, this time you weren't playing games. You’d spent enough time entertaining this lunatic and now it was time to get to the bottom of who the fuck was messing with you.

“You tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine.” The man chuckled to himself as he watched you get up off the lounge and slowly approach the nearest window to have a cautious look outside.

“I don’t think so.” The only thing you could see were the small pumpkin lights that boarded the front porch as they softly illuminated the stone in an orangey hume. Besides those small plastic pumpkin lights? There was nothing but darkness until the street. 

“What’s that noise?” The man asked, trying to keep the conversation going. He sounded far too intrigued by you and your surroundings. 

“I’m trying to watch a movie, now would you quit calling me?” You hissed through a huff as you made your way back to the couch. You were going to have to rewind your movie now, completely having lost track of where you were up to because of this lunatic. 

“What movie is it?” This game was becoming old and cheap, you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes as you sat back down and fixed the fuzzy grey blanket that was one of Jake’s favourites. God you missed him, wished he was here. “The one you’re trying to watch?”

“IT, Chapter One.” There was a sharp, get to the point, I’m over this damn conversation tone in your voice as you picked up the remote to rewind the movie. 

“Oh so it’s a scary movie?” The man sounded as if he raised an eyebrow at your explanation. 

“Well I tell ya what Sherlock Holmes—“ Once again, you weren’t trying to be nice, so the sarcasm dripped from your mouth like liquid candy. “You’re onto something there.” 

“Do you like scary movies?” He prolonged the question rather politely, but you didn’t miss the way his voice dropped an octave as your heart quickened inside your chest. 

“I do—“ Your house was far too quiet for your liking as you spoke on the phone to this complete stranger. You’d all of a sudden lost all interest in your movie as you looked back to the front door. Did you lock it? 

“What’s your favourite scary movie then?” 

“I’m not sure, there’s a few that I could choose.” In an overprotective manner you walked back to the front door to check if it was locked. It was. 

“Oh come on now, you’ve gotta have a favourite scary movie.” The man asked as he watched you walk around your house to check all the locks on all the windows and back door. “What comes to mind?”

“Fine, Halloween—“ None of your attempts to secure your humble abode would avail to anything. “You know, with the guy in the white mask that walks around stalking babysitters.” Because the man you were currently talking to was already inside your home. The home you shared with your loving, cock sure, flyboy boyfriend who was still in damn San Diego. 

“Yeah, I know it.” The man replied softly, he was just trying to keep you on the line. 

“So—what’s your favourite? Since you needed to know mine so desperately.” It even surprised you, but before you could stop yourself from entertaining this creeper any further the words had already escaped. You mentally had to slap yourself across the face for that one. That one was all on you. 

“How about you guess?” The man chuckled as he watched you walk back from the back door to the living room where once again, you sat back down on the couch. 

“Is it Nightmare on Elm Street?” Why oh why were you doing this to yourself? 

“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?” The man sounded like he had a smile on his face, like he was enjoying this a little too much. Like he was just waiting for the right moment to come around. 

“Yeah, Freddie Kroger.” There was an ever increasing pit in your stomach that wouldn’t go away, something wasn’t right about this entire interaction. Who the fuck was this guy and why was he calling you on Halloween Eve. 

“Freddie, yeah that’s right, I guess I do like that movie, it’s pretty scary, don’t you think? 

“Well, the first one was but the rest sucked.” Again, why the fuck were you entertaining this guy. 

“So—you gotta boyfriend?” There it was, the last of many red flags. The first three being the late night unknown phone calls.

“Why? Are you gonna ask me out on a date, Mr. Cold Call guy?” A little teasing wouldn’t do any harm you thought to yourself as you popped a piece of candy into your mouth. 

“Maybe—“ The line went silent for a moment as your heart rang in your ears. “So? Do you have a boyfriend?”

“I do—“ You didn’t even need to lie, you did in fact have a very loved, very attractive, very not here at the moment boyfriend. “So, unfortunately for you there’s not gonna be a date.” 

“How could there ever be a date when you still haven’t told me your name?” 

“Why do you wanna know my name?” The next few seconds of time slowed down into nothing as your heart sank into your stomach and your head rang in fear. The man you’d been talking to with the rough voice and the polite responses had you turning seven colours of bad shit as he spoke. 

“Because I wanna know who I’m looking at—“

“What did you just say?” You shot up off the couch as you looked around your home frozen in fear. 

“I said I wanna know who I’m talking to.” The man tried to plan it off cool, calm and oh so collected but he knew he’d been heard and heard correctly. 

“That’s not what you said.” You could feel your heart hammering against your chest like it was trying to escape, but your feet refused to move. 

“What do you think I said?” He egged you on as you heard what sounded like footsteps coming from the laundry and tears began to well in your eyes. 

“Look, I gotta go, this is starting to get fucking creepy and my boyfriends gonna be home any minute.” The man on the end of the line could hear the shake in your voice as you tried to hang up and get out of this situation. He chose to play on your fear a little more. 

“Wait, I thought we were gonna go on a date?” He questioned rather quickly as you tried to regulate your breathing and get your feet to move. This wasn’t happening, this was like the beginning of some slasher 90’s horror movie where the ignorant girl gets killed for not using her brain.

“Nah—you’re dreaming.” You pulled the phone away from your ear but froze in fear when you heard the man scream down the phone at you. 

“Don’t you fucking hang up on me.” He spat with venom in his tone. 

“Listen asshole—“ You spat back as you finally let the anger overtake the fear inside you. 

“No you listen here you little bitch—“ He argued back as he watched you storm into the kitchen looking for a weapon to defend yourself with, only then did you realise the knives in the knife block had all been removed. “Hang up on me and I’ll gut you like a fish!” 

“Is this some sort of sick joke to you?” It was like nothing you had ever experienced before. God you wished Jake was here right now, he would have told you not to answer an unknown number. 

“More like a game—“ You should have listened to the little voice of his that lived in your mind. You never should have answered the phone. “Can you handle that—Y/n?” The way he said you named made all the hair on the back of your neck stand to attention. 

“Can you see me?” You asked as you looked out the window once more, when there wasn’t an immediate response you growled into the phone. “Listen, I am two seconds away from calling the police—“

“I don’t think they’re gonna make it in time sweetheart.” The man chuckled rather menacingly and it made your blood boil. “But they’ll definitely get here with just enough time to see what your insides look like.” 

“Ahh!” The doorbell rang and you swore your heart nearly exploded when it did. “Who’s there!” You shouted as you back away, screaming and crying into the phone. “Who’s fucking there!”

“You should never say who’s there, don’t you watch scary movies?” The man chuckled. “It’s a deathwish.”

“You’ve well and truly had your fun, now please—leave me alone.” You whimper for mercy, this was all too much. 

“Or else what?” The man asked curiously, he wanted to know exactly what you were going to do about all this. He was, after all, the one with the upper hand. 

“Or else my boyfriend will be here any second and he’ll be pissed when he finds out what cruel sick bastards been harassing me!”

“Isn’t he outta town?” How did? How the hell did he know? Had you told the mystery man fucking with you. 

“No!” You denied the fact that Jake was out of town, still stuck on base in San Diego when he should have been here. “No he’s not, and he’s big and fucking jacked and he flys fucking military planes for a damn living and he’ll kick the ever living shit out of you!” You shouted into your phone as you backed away from any door and window you could possibly get away from. Spinning around to make sure you had good enough vision of the whole house. 

“Oh yeah?” The man laughed on the other end of the line. “Sure, I’m shaking in my boots honey.” There was no question he could tell he was scaring you beyond belief, he’d watched you for the better half of five minutes frantically rush around the house locking all the doors and windows. “His name wouldn’t happen to be Jake? would it?” This was going to be so much fun. 

“How do you know his name?” There was a clear whimper in your voice as tears streamed down your cheeks. Fear was caught in your throat like a ball of wax, choking you completely. 

“Turn around—“ Slowly, you hung up the phone you held with a vice grip and turned around. To your absolute horror, there he was, the man who had been on the phone with you. Only you recognised the outfit with ease—it was a GhostFace costume. A really good one too. One that wasn’t from Dollar General the night before Halloween. This one had been thought out, the costume had intent and it was detailed. 

“Boo.” Was all he said as he took a step towards you. “Aw look at you.” He chuckled to himself as he approached and you remained still in complete and utter fear. “A little scared are you?” 

“How—how did you get inside my house?” It was a stupid question to ask, but as the man in the GhostFace mask approached you, you felt like you couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. 

“You looked me in?” He simply explained as he showed you a shape, clearly brand new knife. “Now we’re all alone, with no one to interrupt.” It was slow, but the man behind the mask moved the knife closer and closer to your chin until he was using the knife's edge to tilt your chin up. 

“I—“ Before you could speak, the man brought the knife down by his side and tilted his head. The silence that followed was all consuming as he just stared at your frozen, shaking and clearly terrified state. 

“Y/n?” He growled from behind the mask, all you did was stare at the mask. That all consuming, all encompassing mask that made your heart beat so hard inside your chest you swore your sternum was about to break “Run.” Was all he barked and that’s all it took for your flight or flight to kick in. 

“Help!” You shouted as you turned in the opposite direction and ran towards your front door. “Help me! Someone!” The masked man was right on your heels with heavy strides that made the timber flooding of your home creak with anticipation and excitement. 

Oh to be hunted, oh to be caught. 

You tried your best to get the front door unlocked in time but you just weren’t quick enough, or perhaps being caught was exactly what you wanted to happen. Just as you opened the front door and took two strides out onto the front porch—an all encompassing arm wrapped itself around your waist and the other wrapped itself around your mouth. 

Your eyes shot out of your skull as you felt yourself being dragged back inside your house. Your feet slipped under the anxiety of it all and soon enough you were on the ground being dragged back across the living room by the man in the GhostFace mask. 

“What’s the matter darlin’ I thought you said your boyfriend would be home any minute?” The man teased as he manhandled you up by your hair, forcing you up to your knees as your own hand came up to grip around his wrist, giving him two very firm squeezes in a row. Green, you were emerald green and everything in between as you clenched your teeth together and let your tears fall free. “I don’t see him anywhere?” 

It was like nothing you’d ever felt before, the feeling of being completely overpowered by someone. Being told you had no control, no say. 

“Fuck. You.” You spat as the man worked to pull off the black cloak he was wearing, revealing under a simple outfit of dark blue jean, a nice brown belt that matched the leather of his boots and a white-T. 

“That’s exactly what you’re gonna do.” You didn't register what that meant at first, but as you watched the man in the mask unbuckle his belt with one hand as he held onto your hair tightly with the other, that's when you started to feel the all too familiar heat pooling between your legs. 

“No!” You shouted as you tried to rip your hair out of his tight grasp. “No! Get away from me!” Kicking and screaming you tried your best to free yourself from your captor's hold, but it was to no avail. 

“My cocks been aching for your mouth since I saw you pop that candy into it.” There was a distinct primal need dripping from every word the masked man spoke as he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down ever so slightly to reveal what you had been anticipating since before your phone rang for the first time that night. “Now you’re gonna suck me off like a good fucking girl before I gut you.” The threat could’ve been taken suggestively or literally, but as the man pumped his entire fist around the throbbing velvet length right in front or your face, you could have sworn you drooled. But you couldn't break character, not yet, it was far too early and you wanted to see just how far this could actually go before you had to tap out.

“Get the fuck away from me!” You turned your face to the right to try and save yourself from the ever looming sexual act you knew you were about to perform. Pre-cum oozed from the throbbing tip that looked exactly like the colour of your boyfriend's lips. A mix between pink and red, the perfect soft flesh colour that you adored. It looked just as pretty on his cock, but you would tell him that, not right now. 

Not when he was dressed up as your favourite Ghost Face Killer for Halloween Eve. 

“Uh uh uh–” His voice still sounded like his, but with the mask it muffled the familiar twang you had leant to love. Without that comfort this felt all too real, you weren't going to lie and say you weren't a little scared. But that's exactly what you had asked for when Jake had agreed to do this for you. To play into one of your biggest and longest standing sexual fantasies. “Don't you turn that pretty mouth away from me, we’re just getting to know each other.” 

“I'm not sucking your dick.” You hissed through gritted teeth as the masked man crouched down a little further and used his free hand to squish your cheeks together as you kneeled before him. “Fuck you!” 

“You have two options here.” He growled from behind the mask, if you looked close enough, you could see those familiar lips of his behind the darkness. “Either you do what I say, everything, without a fucking fuss–” There was a very distinct pause that the masked man made you sit in contemplation in before he told you your second option. The one he knew you wouldn't like very much. “Oh i'll just kill you, right here right now, no one will hear you scream, no one will know who did it, you’ll become a forgotten first kill because let's face it sweetheart, no one really gives a shit unless you're a final girl.” 

There had to be someone psychologically wrong with your brian and how it was hard wired to experience pleasure, because in that moment, in that very millisecond of time, your core throbbed at the thought of being used against your very willing will. The idea of consensual non consent had been brought up a few times, by you of course. Jake took a little while to come around. He wasn’t too keen on the whole idea of forcing himself on you, he wasn’t sure how it all worked, but once he understood the concept, once he understood how to act and how to communicate while you were deep, deep in that subspace scene he knew you loved, it became as easy as riding a bike for him to please you. 

“Well?” It was like he could see the cogs turning inside your mind as your eyes never left his from behind the mask. “What’s it gonna be?” When you didn’t answer and instead involuntarily shook in his grasp, Jake took a split second to check in on you. He stood up slowly, letting the hand that had once been squeezing your cheeks caress the side of your face as he pulled you closer to his hardened sex by your hair. “What colour?” 

“Green.” You replied and within a second, Jake had made your mind up for you and was guiding his tip between your lips. 

“Suck my dick sweetheart, come on, be a good girl for me.” It was hard to pretend to protest, but you tried to keep your mouth shut until Jake was gripping your hair a little tighter until you gasped at the pain. “That’s it, good fucking girl.” 

With eager hips Jake growned at the feeling of your mouth taking him in, so warm and tight around his throbbing girth. The mask he wore, the one that seemed to get you off to the heights of heights was humid from his open mouth breathing. But like hell was he about to ruin this roll play, he’d rather pass the fuck out than ruin the illusion the both of you had so perfectly orchestrated. 

“Oh god your boyfriend’s a lucky guy isn’t he?” You couldn’t help but to look up as the man in the mask looked down at you. Fuck—your panties were soaking, arousal pooled between your folds as you felt the very tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 

The eye contact was intense, you knew it was Jake but something about that damn mask had your head spinning so violently that your eyes watered with fear and need. You wanted to fight, to run, to fake the unwillingness to cooperate just to see how far Jake would go. 

“Don’t fight it baby—“ He growled as you strained to stop your head from bobbing up and down his length. “You’re doing such a good job, fucking whore of a thing aren’t you?” The feeling of his slightly calloused hands keeping your head right where he needed it to be was pure pleasure—being used like this, being told what to do even if you didn’t want to do it. “Fuck look at those tears, what are they for huh?” 

The man in the Ghostface mask, your boyfriend, Jake, dragged his thumb across your cheek to collect the tears that fell as he fucked your face to a rhythm that had him weak in the knees. 

“Ohhh god I’m so glad I didn’t decide to kill you straight away. Stupid girl—“ He went on to say as the tip of his hardened and throbbing cock bashed against your throat, making you gag around him before he held you still. He made sure that you couldn’t breathe, not while you were choking on him and only him. “Maybe this will teach you not to answer unknown numbers, there’s some fucked up people in this world sweetheart.” He teased as you pushed against his jean clad thighs, trying to push him away so that you could feel the sweet relief of oxygen returning to your lungs. “What did I just fucking say huh!?” 

“Let me ggoo—!” You screamed as the man in the mask pulled himself out of your mouth and let you go. He watched with a curious held hilt as you crawled away crying and gasping for air. “Get away from me!” 

Jake pumped his hand up and down his shaft a few laboured times before he stuffed himself back into his jeans and went after you with heavy strides. You hadn’t gotten far, but oh how thrilling and invigorating was it to be hunted in your own home. 

“Gee that boyfriend of yours is running real behind on schedule isn’t he?” The man in the mask chuckled as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, you were hiding just behind the countertop. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” He cooed childish as he stepped slowly, the floorboard squeaked under his boot as he did so. “Y/n, I know you’re in here sweetheart, why don’t you come out so I can cut you up.” 

You were careful not to make a sound as you placed your hands over your mouth and pulled your knees up close to your chest. Every second that passed? Your heart threatens to break out of your body. You knew deep down that the guy in the mask was Jake, but he was doing this a little too well. 

“You wanna play psycho killer?” You mumbled under your breath. You really didn’t know how you were going to get away, but you knew that the man in the mask was about to come around the corner and see you hiding clear as day. “Fine!!” 

As soon as Jake rounded the corner he was met with you first to his stomach with enough force that it had him doubling over. His moment of weakness gave you five seconds to run out of the kitchen and straight up the stairs. The plan all along has been to eventually end up in your bedroom. 

As you ran down the hall towards your bedroom, the man in the mask was quick to catch up. After all, this man was a highly skilled Naval Aviator who was fighting fit. You never stood a chance at getting away. 

“Ahhhh!” When you saw him in the mirror standing right behind you as you looked for a place to hide, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight. This was what it was like to be hunted down, used, tormented. 

“What’s the matter Y/n?” The man teased as he tilted his head and stepped towards you, pointing the knife he held in his hand your way. “It looks like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

“Leave me alone!!” The sound that came from you was something straight out of a horror movie as the man stepped closer and closer, completely ignoring your cries and pleas for him to stop.

“Get on the bed—“ Was all he demanded as he pointed the knife to the mattress. “I said, get on the fucking bed!” 

“You’re gonna have to force me or kill me because I’m not letting you touch me again.” The standoff continued in the all consuming silence of your bedroom as your core throbbed and soaked your delicate panties. This was it, all the talks, the explanations, the ideas. They all boiled down to this moment. 

You trusted Jake Seresin with your life, so much so you let him in on a fantasy of yours, a kink so deep and nasty that you’d never told any of your ex boyfriends about. You didn’t trust them to do this with you. But Jake? Ten fold. 

“Colour?” It would be one of the last check in points before you got exactly what you wanted, what you so desperately craved. Jake remained in character as he once again looked you right in the eyes through his mask. 

“Green.” At your whimperious admission, Jake lunged at you with so much force it truly knocked the wind right out of your lungs. He had you pinned on the mattress within seconds of your admission. “GET OFF ME!” 

“Shut the fuck up.” The man’s hand came up to tightly wrap about your throat, squeezing the sides to restrict your breathing. “Now listen here and listen good, I’m gonna fuck you real good, and after you cum all over me—I’m gonna make sure no one ever finds out what happened to poor sweet Y/n when she was murdered in her own damn home.” 

You were manhandled by your neck and hips to flip over onto your stomach into that position you knew your body loved the most. Doggy style. Something about the angel always sent Jake's length so deep you swore the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with every thrust. 

You felt the edge of the man’s sharp blade run slowly over the fabric of your pyjama shirt, directly down your spine as you shivered under the touch.

“I bet you're a tight little thing.” Too afraid to move, you felt the elastic of your pyjamas pants slipping past your hips until the chill of your bedroom kissed your exposed cheeks. “Holy fuck look at you, you’ve ruined your panties.” The man growled as you heard him shimmering out of his jeans behind you. “Someone likes to be taunted, don’t you darlin’?” 

Again you could do anything but remain silent and shaking in fear as you felt the man’s hands trail up under your shirt, across your smooth ass and finally down between your dripping folds. The anticipation was all consuming. 

“That boyfriend of yours is a lucky guy—“ You saw a flash of white light illuminate your bedroom for a brief moment as you felt a hand pressing your head down into the mattress. Holy mother of god he’s taking photos. “I’ll need these for later.” He admitted as another flash went off. Photo after photo. 

“Please, please don’t do this—“ You cried as you felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down through your folds. Collecting all your arousal as he did so to slick up his length to fit right inside. “Please—“ 

“I love it when they beg.” Was all the masked man said before he was pushing himself inside you. Your eyes rolled so far back into your head at the overwhelming pleasure that you swore you saw your own soul. “Ohh fughh—such a pretty pussy you’ve got, go on, scream for me darlin, no one's gonna hear you.” 

“AHHHH!” With every frightful, pleasurable thrust you screamed into the mattress. “Stop! Stop please!” 

“Oh but you feel so fucking good.” The man growled as his free hand that wasn’t pressing your face into the mattress came up to slap your ass. You jolted from the sting. “Look at that, so reactive.”

Again you felt another sharp slap as the man behind you quickened his pace. 

“Ah fuck!”

“That’s it baby, I know you love it—“ The man let go of your head as his hands came to hold

Your hips tighter than ever before, pulling you back into him as you tried to get away. “I know you love this, being used, don’t run away, stay right here on my cock.”

Jake didn’t let up as he fucked deep and hard into your push from behind. You couldn’t see the mask, but the idea of him wearing it was even to have you seeing stars. Every thrust brought you closer to that ever looming orgasm that threatened to crash over you and every slap against your ass sent you further and further into that sun space where you could just feel and exist. 

“Dirty fucking thing look at you, fucking a killer.” The man taunted you as he pulled you up by your hair so that your back was flush against his chest. When did he remove his shirt? Was it when he took his jeans off? Did he also take the mask off? “Unbutton your shirt.” He hissed as he slowed down the pace to a barely there rhythm. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you like it was dying to coat your velvet walls. 

“I said!” The man held the knife to your throat as he fucked you slowly from behind, keeping your back pressed against his chest. “Unbutton your shirt—“ 

With shaking hands and the inability to fully comprehend how pleasure filled and ignited your nerve endings were, you slowly but surely unbuttoned your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your bra. The black lace one Jake adored to no end. 

It matched the panties you’d ruined, the ones the man had dragged down your legs along with your pyjamas pants. 

“What colour?” When you didn’t answer straight away Jake frowned behind his Ghostface mask and dragged the knife away from your neck along your sternum towards your core. “Sweetheart, it’s me, I’m here, what colour are you?” The gentle words broke through the blinding spell of the role play situation you were in. It was all fake, you were safe, Jake would never do anything to hurt you. “It’s me, just me.” 

“Green—“ That was all Jake needed before he was pushing you back down onto the mattress, he manhandled you expertly so that he was on top, sliding back into you like you were his home, like you were made just for him. “Ahh! Fuck!!”

“Naughty little thing—“ He growled behind the mask that hovered over you. His hips slammed into yours as he hovered over you with a hand on either side of your body. “I can feel you trembling.”

That coil had begun to wind to new heights as you wrapped your legs around Jake's waist and dragged your nails down his back. You were getting close, oh so close to that orgasmic euphoria you’d been searching for since that first phone call. 

“Ohh fuck yes I can feel you gripping my dick, ohhh fuck, that’s it sweetheart, bet you wish that boyfriend of yours could see you like this huh?” The taunting mixed with the rhythm of Jake's rutts we’re sending you towards the edge of the cliff face you wanted so desperately to jump off. The mask that was staring you right in the face though, that’s what was doing it the most for you. “You wanna come? Wanna cum like a little whore all over my dick?” 

Needy little cries were all you could reply with as the man in the mask trailed one hand down between your bodies to circle the pad of his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’m close too, which means you’re gonna be full of my cum, dripping, completely stuffed full of my load.” He moaned through the mask as your back arched and your eyes rolled. You were so deep into your sun space Jake hardly recognised the please in your eyes. “Colour?” 

“I’m coming!” It was all you had the energy to say before your cries and whimpers and desperate pleas all mixed together into a babbling mantra of euphoric high. Your back arched all the way up till your stomach was pressed against Jakes and he was following within seconds. Seeing you like this, so spent and fucked out and blissfully under control made the orgasm that was pooling at the base of his shaft shoot up to overcome his entire being. 

“Ah shit! Fuck fuck fuck fuck, baby yes—ahhhh Christ!” It was one of the most intense orgasms Jake Seresin had ever had. The load he pumped inside you was thick and heavy and dripped around his shaft as he continued to fuck you deeper and fuck you through your own high. 

His back bled from your nails scraping down his muscles, but he didn’t mind, they were worth it to see you like this. 

The second he could, Jake was taking the Ghostface mask off and coaxing you to look at him while he was still buried deep inside you. Tears welled in your eyes as old tears stained your cheeks. His gentle touch made you jump. 

“Shhh baby it’s me, just me.” 

“Jake.” You sobbed as he came down to kiss your lips as gently as ever before trailing those same soft kisses across your collarbone as you came down. 

“It’s just me darlin’ you did so well for me.” He whispered sweet nothings across your fiery skin. “You played along so well.” Jake knew you were gonna take a while to come down, he knew it would take a while for you to process everything, from the phone call to the oral to the knife okay. But he already had a plan in place and a surprise organised for you tomorrow night. 

“I’m gonna run us a bath.” Jake mumbled against your skin as he left a few marks behind in his wake. You swallowed heavily in response as your body continued to experience the after effects of being so deep into role play. “I love you so much, thankyou for letting me in, for letting me bring your fantasies to life.” 

“Are you staying with me in the bath?” You could barely speak as Jake helped you up, handing you your pyjama short back as he dismounted from your bed. His cock remained flaccid and coated in a mix of your arousal and his cum. 

It was just as important to receive the aftercare than to experience the high. Jake was good like that, and you’d discussed this beforehand with him. That you’d need time to come down after and just be held and brought back to earth. Jake was more than accommodating to your needs. 

“Absolutely, I’m not going anywhere.” You managed a smile as you watched Jake pick up the Ghostface mask and stare at it. “You know there were two of these guys right?” Jake smirked as he threw it over onto your bedside table. “Kinda makes you wonder how far we could take this role play kink of yours.” 

“Who’d be your Stu Macher?” You asked as you stood from the bed to give Jake a kiss so gently it was like the wings of a butterfly had handed against his cheeks. “It’s bath time Loomis.” You cooed as you patted Jake's shoulder twice. “Come on.” 

“I’ll wash your hair for you.” Jake followed you into the bathroom eagerly before he shut the door behind him. It was good to be home. 

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“This is awesome.” Javy beamed when he saw you and Jake at the annual Seresin family Halloween party. The Daggers had all been granted a week's grace and they all decided to utilise the time off to attend the celebration. “Sidney and Billy, that’s awesome.” 

“If only he knew—“ Jake whispered in your ear as you giggled and pushed at his chest. You were still buzzing from your night with Jake. High on the ecstasy his Ghostface impersonation gave you. “Come on now, don’t act all shy.” Jake teased as he kissed you tenderly, tilting your chin up with his index finger. The costume was really making you dizzy, you were still all consumed by your burning desire to act out your wildest fantasies. 

“Oh.” You felt your phone ringing in your back pocket. “Huh.” You had to laugh at the irony. “It’s an unknown number?” You turned your phone to Jake as he smirked and nodded.

“You should answer it.” After all, he did have a surprise for you. “Go on now, don’t be shy.” With confusion laced into the lines and fake blood on your face, you swipt your phone along the screen and held it to your ear all the while you kept eye contact with Jake. 

“Hello?” You asked cautiously, still not sure what the hell was going on. 

“Wanna play a game?” Bradley spoke through the phone as you caught sight of him behind Jake’s shoulder. Dressed in that all too familiar ghost face costume. After all, there were always two killers. 

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Tags: 🏷️ @attapullman @330bpm-whiplash @mamachasesmayhem @echo-ethe @avengersgirllorianna @nmw-am @eli2447 @hookslove1592 @kmc1989 @seitmai @blindedbythelightt @tayl0rhuynh

[goofalicousgooberface]

I love horror movie fans, because they will literally take a movie about the most disgusting, nauseating, absolutely deplorable shit, and make silly fanart of it. Like oh, that guy just cut a girls torso in half? That’s so cute of him, how about i draw him in a fuzzy pink sweater drinking hot cocoa ^^

[yourhorrorwhore]

Dark Skies Bring Sharp Knives

Notes: Moving forward to chapter 4 will bring us some new excitement now that the killer has peaked his interest onto Billie. I hope you enjoy slow burners. I know I said there's "sexy time" involved in this story and trust me, there will be more. I just gave you a taste of what's to come. Be patient my creatures of the night. Enjoy chapter 4!

                                                  Chapter 4

                                        When it Rains it Pours

I couldn't believe this was happening. None of this felt real. I kept praying to whatever god that was real for this to be some cruel prank. The brutality of these murders sent my mind spiraling down a dark hole that I could not escape. Did they suffer long? Did they see it coming or was it a quick death? I couldn't imagine being there any longer than I had been. Whose to say I could of been one of those victims. I had so many questions but as predicted, so did investigators. The flashing of blue and red lights glowed outside my window and tinted one side of my face. I looked towards the floor, swinging my feet off the edge of the bed slowly. My hands twisted amongst itself, unsure of what to do. "Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt you? Anyone at all? Maybe an old friendship that gone bad? An ex? Any bit of information can help us help you, Ms. Sarian." Good lord, don't make me sound like an older woman. Although, I did have a possible suspect in mind. Question is, would I make the situation worse if I tell them I thought it was my crazy ex boyfriend who pretended to be some stalker outside my window a while back? Answer should probably be yes, but something is telling me to hold off on that. "No, nothing comes to mind. All my old friends are back in New York. None of which I left with bad blood." The cop scanned the room one last time before nodding his head softly and spoke with a sincere voice. "Okay. My name is Robert, but sheriff Turner will do. My deputy, Jess Mills is over there speaking with your friends. Give us a call if you hear or see anything. Even if you have some more small details that can help. School campus security will be hanging around more around your dorms. They'll do whatever necessary to protect you all." While I felt some sort of comfort hearing sheriff Turner's reassurance, part of me couldn't help but think if this killer wanted in then he'd do whatever it takes to get in. "Thank you. I live with my family actually. I don't reside on campus. I'm just worried more students are going to," before I could finish my sentence, Turner was swift to shut the negative thoughts down. "Hey, don't think about that. Believe it or not, I've seen this case so many times that it almost becomes easier to figure out who this psychopath is. We'll get the bastard and their partner if they have one." The thought didn't even cross my mind. I've heard of a partner in crime but never thought that there could possibly be two killers out and about. What if I've been sharing a class with them? Or walking next to them in class? What if they were at that party last night? Once again, my head was spiraling. I needed rest and plenty of it. Thankful that tomorrow was Sunday, I knew there would be no way I could find the energy of strength to go to school after witnessing all of this.

Once all the excitement died down and the cops left the campus and students stopped being so damn nosey, Hannah and Maddie went back to sleep. They didn't deserve to see any of that or be questioned by police. My intrusive thoughts kept swimming around my mind bringing me to the point of exhaustion. I slowly began to slip into a deep state of sleep where my mind comforted me by giving me something to dream of. I was home back in Rochester, the sun was out and the rays of light gleamed on my skin. I began to lay down on my bed and listen to the music in the background that was too low to make out but the soothing melody was enough to relax my body. Feeling the warmth on my skin provided by the sun was the peak of relaxation for me. Suddenly the world got dark. I opened my eyes to see that time had passed in a matter of seconds. Turning to look at my clock on the nightstand next to my bed only to discover that it was the middle of the night. "What the fuck?" I looked towards the sky to see the moon glowed bright crimson. The moons red glow projecting a spot light into my round window gave my room an unsettling atmosphere. "Don't act too surprised now." A voice came from the corner of my bedroom. A vaguely familiar voice but not someone I know personally. I could see the strangers legs and boots. I immediately thought of the stranger I saw before we left the party that night. My heart began to beat rapidly, my throat felt as if it was closing on me, afraid if the stranger would hear my fear. A large black cloak slowly began to engulf the strangers legs, leaving only his boots to be seen walking towards me. Wake up, wake up, wake up, this is not a god damn nightmare on elm street movie! Suddenly the mask emerged from the shadows. That white mask that cursed this once sweet town. He pulled a chair and sat down in front of me twirling the tip of his blade on his gloved hand. "Wish I got the chance to see you tonight. I bet you looked so fuckable in that pretty black dress you wore. It's a shame I wasn't the one to cut it off. Before getting a word in, the blade that was once in his grip flew right past my face, penetrating the wooden frame around my window. With one leg crossed over the other, the masked stranger rested his head into one hand, as I looked at the knife behind me. Turning back to look at him, he gestured with his index finger the universal "no" sign. "Fuck you!" Quickly yanking the knife from the frame and gathering every ounce of strength to face the killer only to discover he was gone. Was this guy Chris fucking Angel? "Hey, Billie." Screaming and pointing the knife towards the voice next to me, I was quickly pinned down by Jasper. "Billie, stop! Calm down, it's me! What's wrong? Why're you holding a knife?"

Oh god, it was only Jasper. The one time I have a dream with an attractive man and it has to be during this fucked up nightmare. "Jasper, he's here! The killer's here!" Jasper looked at me with a confused expression on his face. "No, no he's not. I've been here the whole time. There's no one here but us. Don't worry baby, I'll protect you." Jaspers fingers began to push the blade away from my grip and hold my hand firmly in his. His hand gently squeezed my throat as he pinned me back down to my bed. "Wanna finish what we started?" Before I could object, the feeling of Jaspers excitement began pressing into my inner thighs. I wanted it more than anything, to be ravished and used aggressively. I never would admit these desires to my friends since I knew they'd never let me hear the end of it. Jaspers fingers began pushing the thin fabric to the side, sliding his fingers inside once again. My body reacted accordingly and soft moans escaped my lips. Feelings his fingers sliding inside and out more rapidly had me gripping the back of his hair, my leg lifting higher onto his hip for deeper access. "Would you like some more this time?" Without speaking, letting my body do the talking, Jasper slid the tip up and down slowly teasing me to the point where I had to beg for it. "Please.. do it before this ends." Feeling Jasper thrust himself inside full sent me into a state of pure imaginary bliss. My mind worked hard to imagine how it would feel to have him doing the things he's doing. My nails scratched down his back as his mouth reclaimed its place onto my neck sending chills down my spine. Hips thrusting slowly began to pick up the pace and find a faster rhythm. My legs wrapping around his waist, submitting to his wants and needs. "You feel so good." I moaned out towards the sky, my eyes sealed shut enjoying each passing second of this hellish dream turned to something much more pleasant. His hand pinning both my wrists together above my head as he used more force this time to reach deeper inside of my body. "Would you... scream for me?" Nodding my head quickly, complying with his desire. "Yes, yes, I would." I heard him begin to laugh but it was much more sinister and deeper. Suddenly I was face to face with that damn mask again. His body hovering over mine, grip still firm on my wrists. With his other hand reaching behind him, my body trembled knowing what was to come next. His blade shimmered under the crimson light, my reflection on his blade as he slowly brought it down flat against my cheek, carefully not to cut my delicate skin. "You stopped moaning for me. I thought you were having fun!" With that being said, he lifted the blade high above his head swiftly bringing it down to meet my chest. Only then did I began to scream. Shooting out of bed, sweating dripping down from my forehead, I checked my phone to see no new messages left by our mystery man or Jasper for that matter. It was four in the morning. I really needed some sleep, but how could I after going through all that? Hoping on all my socials, I began scrolling through countless of videos to help take my mind off things and help bore me to sleep. After an hour of tiring out my thumb, I managed to drift back to sleep and get some well deserved rest.

After hours had passed, Sunday morning had finally come alive. Unfortunately some bad weather had rolled in during the early hours. According to reports, it was going to be rainy all day long. Fitting, isn't it? A gruesome murder followed up by a dark, stormy day. "God, I can't believe it. I mean... poor Ryan. I can't even begin to think what Matt's feeling right now." I began feeling the pit in my stomach growing larger. Maddie's words clinging onto my mind. I as well couldn't begin to fathom what Matt was feeling right now. I began collecting my clothes and shoes tossing them in my old, beat to hell duffle bag. I needed to clear my mind and go home. There was enough excitement going on and I needed to be back in my studio to unwind. "I'm gonna head home guys. I need to get to work on my project and I just need to be alone for a while." Hannah walked over towards me with her arms open, embracing me tightly. "Call if you need anything and I mean anything. Even just to chat for a bit. We'll be here. Kind of lost the motivation to go shopping for more decorations." Smiling at the thought that these two care deeply for me, I waved goodbye at Maddie and took my leave. Entering my vehicle and turning up the radio, a sharp sting of sadness washed over me like the ocean waves being pulled by the moons force. Tears rolled down my face as I took a minute to process everything that's happened. My phone suddenly alerted me to a new text from an unknown number. My heart sank. Please, please let this be who I think it is and not that masked killer. Luckily, iPhone is kind enough to say "Maybe insert name here," if the person stated who they were in text. It was Jasper. A sense of relief brought down my heart rate, I at least felt like I could somewhat talk to him about the events. "Hey, It's Jasper from last night. I just saw the news. Please tell me you got home safe?" His words showed concern and kindness, I felt comforted by the fact that he at least wanted to check in and touch bases. "Yes, I'm alive and well. I left before shit hit the fan. Lucky me, right?" The chat bubbles popping up on the bottom left side of screen had me biting my nails in anticipation. "Yeah, no kidding.. They released the names of the victims. Ryan was one of them. I don't know where to begin to even try and process all of this shit." I pushed my hair behind my ear, more involved with the conversation now. "Yeah, you and me both. Maybe we can link up sometime next week if you're free?" Steering the conversation to a less darker topic, I figured getting to know Jasper a bit more wouldn't be such a terrible idea.

"Sounds good. I can meet you tomorrow if you have time?" Boy do I. While having a guy I barely know come into my parents home isn't all that great of an idea, the fact of having a tall, strong, handsome man around me sounded like heaven. "Yes, you can come by tomorrow around one." Setting up our meet up, I tossed my phone aside and began driving home. Flashes of my dream mixed nightmare started escaping my mind and suddenly causing me to lose focus on the road. Once again, I was thankful to only be five minutes away. Once I arrived home, I immediately took a shower and changed into something more studio attire since I'll be deal with paint. Just incase we're all wondering, my "studio" is just a better word for backyard shed. My father didn't like the idea of me getting paint on hardwood floors so he decided to build me a small shed that was just big enough for me to work comfortably. Looking at my canvas staring at the image before me, I wasn't feeling a connection through it anymore. My art piece was starting to feel generic and done one too many times. I mean, c'mon. Show of hands to all artists out there. Whose done an image of a nude woman sitting down in some type of majestic pose? While the art may have been done beautifully, I just wasn't feelin happy. An idea hit me. Hit me a bit too hard where I felt my head start spinning. Grabbing my brushes and any other tools I felt necessary, I began sketching out my outline. I wanted to capture the imagine in my head or to better put it, from my nightmare. I decided to draw the masked stranger in the corner of my room. The red moon in perfect view of the window next to him. His mask just barely visible as his knife shined in the light, blood covering the edge of his blade, slowly dripping down to the floor creating a small pool. My art work always had a more edgy side to it. Sure, I can draw something sweet and pretty but what's the fun there? I like my pieces to shock viewers and make them question if I'm sane or not. This would be a more personal piece but an art project nonetheless. My final project has to be big. Something that would get viewers to stop looking at other works and stare at mine with many questions. Just not exactly sure what.    

Shutting off the light to my shed and making my way towards my house I started hearing rustling in the bushes next to me. Now, if horror movies have taught me anything, this was a certified GTFO moment. "Hello? Any stabbers hiding in there?" I grabbed my brothers small wooden baseball bat that rested on the steps of our porch and slowly crept towards the sound of shuffling. Whoever this is was about to be majorly embarrassed from getting their ass beat by a small five foot four girl. "Come on out asshole! Show your face." Suddenly the shuffling stopped. A small cry began softly but grew louder as it approached. A small white fluffy cat jumped out from the greenery and proceeded to rub its body against my leg. Crying for food I could only assume. I picked up the young cat examining it for any tags to which my surprise there was none to be found. A possible stray which wouldn't be too far fetched considering our neighborhood was filled with feral cats. This one didn't seem to mind being held and petted, in fact it looked like it wanted just exactly that. "You're gorgeous. You're literally gorgeous. You're coming with me." Adopting this cat was absolutely going to annoy my mother but she knew how badly I always wanted a cat. I pulled a small bowl from our cabinets and poured some milk into it considering I had no actual cat food to provide. Taking a quick picture and sending to my little brother to which he responded with a bunch of heart emojis only let me know he was a hundred percent on board with keeping a new feline friend. "I need name suggestions. Any ideas?" I texted him waiting for his immediate responses. "Yes, I have a few ideas already. We could name him snowball? Wait, is it a boy or girl?" That's a fair question. I began scratching the back of the cat where it began lifting its back upwards, enjoying the scratching sensation. "It's a boy." I replied. "Okay, Snowball is still possible then. Or maybe Cotton? Oh, how about Ghosty!? His blue eyes and white fur make him look like a ghost cat!" Glancing over at the now full bellied cat who was grooming himself after his meal, I watched carefully before asking about its new name. "How does Ghosty sound for your officially new name?" The cat looked up taking a quick break from pulling its hairs off with his tongue. A small cry coming from his furry face confirming he indeed liked the name. I obviously speak cat and have a deeper understanding with them. In many ways I find myself relating to our feline companions. They love being touched, but only on their terms. If you touch without our consent then you get wacked. Hiding from new people when company comes over, random outbursts of energy and always looking like there's an evil plot behind our eyes.

Thunder started rolling in once again and I knew I made the right choice bringing in the stray. "Ghosty will be a good name. Good thinking." With school almost ending, I knew I needed to starting getting ready to leave and pick up Eli. Not to mention I wanted to beat the storm before it got worst. Locking up Ghosty in my room before taking off our house phone started ringing. The one thing I dislike most about having a house phone is all the damn spam calls we get. I usually like the answer and fuck with the person on the other end if it's not an automated voice recording. Picking up the phone trying to come up with an idea to run with, I decided to act like a complete bimbo. "Helloooo?" I said with a complete annoying tone. "Oh, hello? I hope I have the right number. Would this be Mary from the bookstore I met yesterday?" A man spoke with a nervous voice. "Nooo, like you totally have the wrong number silly!" The man chuckled before he spoke. "I totally must have. I'm sorry to bother you ma'am. I guess my friend Mary, if that's even her real name since this isn't her real number, must've gave me your number instead." I laughed in the fakest way possible. "Yeah, that suckssss. Well, sorry! Have a nice day!" Before I hung up the man stopped me with questions. While I was pressing for time, he insisted he ask a few questions. "I'm sorry, I'd hate to keep you on the line any longer but I must ask. You like to watch movies?" What kind of fucking question was that? Who doesn't? "Uhmm, yeah, totally." The man chuckled softly before asking another question. "You like.. horror movies?" I wasn't normally big on mainstream horror but I do love the classics. "Sure, yeah. There are some decent ones." Another question came from the man. "What's your favorite scary movie?" At this point I knew something was off. I knew whoever I was talking to wasn't just some man given the wrong number. "Okay, jokes over... Who is this?" The stranger tone became more amused. "What happened to your voice? You sounded so cute acting like some idiot from Hollywood. The fun's not over yet, Billie. You're the star after all. Get ready for act two!" The line goes dead. The phone suddenly weighed twenty pounds as my arm dropped to my side. It was him again. He knows my number which means he probably knows where I live and go to school. Oh god, Eli!

[spnstillstudies]

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S3E13, “Ghostfacers”

[pachimation]

what if we kissed during our climactic fight to the death at the end of the movie (and we were both boys (and also ghostface)) 😳👉👈

[starrydragonfox]

Gay ass Scream fan art because I said so