-summary: You accidentally catch Ghostface in the middle of a murder, but instead of running, you help him cover it up to save your life. The killer slowly becomes infatuated by you, what will happen next? Find out.
-content warnings: M!Ghostface x F!Reader both in their mid-twenties, murdering, self pleasure, light smut, ghostface watching, TORTURE, description of a dead body, mentions of blood, stalking, reader is also crazy if you haven't noticed. reader has a good size chest area.
-author note: this was supposed to be uploaded on october 31st for halloween but i might’ve deleted it by accident and only discovered it 2 months later, lol. hope you enjoy.
part 1 (part 2 coming soon.)
Your shift had just ended, you know, the extra long type? The one where you clock in at 9 a.m. and finish at 11:30 p.m. ? That one.
This wasn't even your original schedule, your manager, Cindy, literally forced you to take up on some extra work one of your colleagues left unfinished on her desk before her vacation. Seriously?
But you couldn't really insult her directly much to your dismay, so yeah, you just shut up about it. Today was one of the worst days you’ve had in a long time, everyone acted like a fool.
Someone spilled their coffee on half your papers, which you had to rewrite, and you wanted to kill that one colleague that likes to chew loudly on his chewing gum all day.
And this is not even the half of your day, but at least you got paid extra because of the overtime, the only good news you had today too. The streets were almost pitch black and empty, only a few streetlights lighting up the street with the faint hue still left inside them.
It was the kind of October night where the chill brushed softly at your skin with the trees already turning into skeletons. The streets were soaked in that autumn hush you adored dearly and the stars were hanging low in the sky, with the moon shining dimly behind the clouds.
Still, such a pretty night like this one gave you an eerie feeling that you couldn't shake off. Even as a sucker for horror movies, thrillers, murders, and anything involving crimes or paranormal.
The thrill of fear, anticipation and adrenaline made you feel ecstatic, so much you’d become wet.
You were on your way home peacefully, but passing a dark alley, you heard something, or more like someone moaning in pain.?, of course you had to go check it out.
Rummaging through your bag, you took your pocket knife and hid it under your sleeve, just in case, that's what you told yourself.
Entering the gloomy alley slowly, you tried to look into the dark for anything, a silhouette, or a rat searching for food inside a bin, (even though you didn't want to see anything at all).
After a while with nothing, you were going to turn around and leave, but, suddenly you see him.
In all of his glory, the silhouette of a man, the street lamp illuminating half of his face, or more like his mask. He stands like a shadow come to life, the sharp ghost-like white mask he wears a haunting contrast to the dark street he’s in.
A fitted black shirt clings to his chest and arms, muscle cutting clean beneath inked skin, while black cargo pants hang loose over his heavy military boots, every detail about him mesmerizing and totally your type.
The leather jacket draped across his frame broadened his shoulders perfectly and gave him a dangerous edge that couldn’t let you look away.
There's a quiet pull to him, something magnetic, a weird feeling that made you all giddy inside. He looked like someone carved out of the night itself, every inch built to make you stare twice — once out of sheer curiosity , and again because you can't quite look away.
But you couldn't say the same thing about the body of another man, right in front of him on the floor, lifeless, with his cadaver laying limply on the dirty floor. You gasp, and look at him in both amazement and terror.
"Oh. My. God." you say in utter shock, the mask looking at you, his head tilting to the side.
"You weren't supposed to see this, love."
He spoke, that husky depth in his voice carried a quiet roughness, like smoke curling through the dark. It probably almost made you as wet as horror movies made you, if not more.
You tightened your grip on the knife hidden in your sleeve subconsciously, as you slowly began to stare not only at his unsettling mask, but his body. He was built like perfection.
Your mouth would've probably watered if it wasn't for the blood splatters on his phantom face and the smell of human flesh haunting the chill air of the night.
"I promise I will never say anything about this to a living soul !" You manage to muster, raising your arms on either side of your face, in faux surrender. You really didn't want to die tonight..
But dying by the hands of a handsome killer didn't sound so bad, just like in your fantasies. Right ? Wrong. Fortunately you couldn't leave your cat to die alone so you had to try to survive.
"Oh really now?, sorry but I can't let you live pretty."
You freeze for a second, heart hammering so loud you're sure he can hear it. The knife glints in the dim hallway light, and your first instinct should be to scream, to run, to call the cops. But... something in you doesn't. Something in you isn't so afraid you'd run away screaming.
you sighed in distress, what will you do? Think, dumbass! You closed your eyes for a quick second and reopened them as an idea crossed your mind, what if I helped him hide the body?
Okay, this totally was the worst idea you've ever had, hide a body with a fucking psycho killer ?! Really?! I've gone crazy..
"Okay, listen, what if I helped you hide the body? I know a good secluded place. I help, and we never speak about this again."
He pauses mid-step, the way he always does in the movies, his head tilts slightly, studying you, even judging you, you'd guess.. And in that moment—God, you were praying for mercy. Then, you swore something clicked in his mind, maybe.. Interest ? You hoped so, him being intrigued could quite literally save your life.
"You... help?" His voice is muffled, distorted, but deep, and hot. You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Yeah. You're not... going to kill me, right?"
There's a silence that stretches just long enough for you to think he's about to answer with steel and death. But then—he laughs. A low, chilling sound that curls under your skin.
"Not if you're useful, pretty, but.." he says, but then continues right before you could sigh in relief. "It's a deal only if I can hide in your house when needed, sweets, your life, my rules."
You swore you could see him smirk from under that damn mask, smug little bastard! Grunting begrudgingly, you approach him.
"Fine! But no killing me! And no killing near my house or I'll call the fucking cops and cut one of your balls!"
"Ooh, kinky. Alright, fine by me. No promises though.
you pause, still shaken up by what you're about to do. I've lost my mind! you thought shamefully. Sighing loudly to calm your rapid heartbeat you turn around and start walking.
By the end of the night, your hands are trembling, clothes smeared with blood, but the body is hidden. You watch him as he walks next to you with a very confident fashion, the knife now tucked away in his pocket.
And he's watching you too, with interest and also something.. Something darker, something dangerous, but undeniably there.
"You're very weird," he murmurs, almost to himself. Then, now louder, he adds, "I like weird."
And just like that, you know your life isn't going back to normal, how will it ? You just helped a fucking slasher hide a body.
And now, there will be consequences, You've stepped into his world. And Ghostface... he doesn't forget anyone who willingly joins him.
A few weeks went by and now it has been approximately a month since you hid that body with him. Honestly, he isn't so bad, well he is still bad but you get it. He's very flirty and has literally no shame whatsoever. But he also has a good humor and muscles so that, you can't say no to.
It was late in the evening, you were wearing a tank top with a boob window that’s not even supposed to be slutty but clearly looks like it on you, and some baggy shorts.
You were making food in the kitchen since it was your end of the week ritual movie night. You enjoyed the peace and quiet all day, as you lived alone.
But then of course, your peace had to be ruined. Sudden raging and obnoxious knocks came from your poor front door, turning the stove off, you rush to the door while yelling an annoyed, 'wait!' as you wiped your hands on a random kitchen cloth.
Peeping through the peephole, you saw what you could recognize as Ghostface's mask. You roll your eyes and quickly open your door and pull him inside before he breaks it.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" you ask in utter annoyance, why is he banging your door this late ? Thank God your neighbors lived a little further from you compared to their other neighbors.
"Cops chasin' me darling, but you know that already. Don't get angry at me now, you signed for this." he replies, mockingly and amused.
"I really didn't want to but whatever." you retort, unamused by his answer.
You can hear the police sirens passing your house, but then two firm knocks on your front door makes you anxious, what if they saw him entering your house?! I'm so going to jail, fuck!
You wave him off with your hand to hide somewhere as you walk to the door and put on your best act.
"Hello?" You ask the officer at your door with faux curiousness, kitchen cloth hanging loosely on your shoulder. "Good evening ma'am, sorry to bother you so late, I just have a few questions for you."
The officer greeted you, not without eyeing your chest. If he could he would've probably salivated right in front of your face, which gave you the urge to punch him in the face.
He didn't look older than 50, small beard and a mustache, he had bags under his light brown eyes and dirty blond hair cut short. He had a rough voice, like he’s been smoking for 30 years, which he probably did and still does.
"Yes, of course! What is it?" you ask awkwardly, your voice a few octaves higher than your usual one, a (forced) smile adorning your face.
You just wanted to gut him like a fish and scoop his eyes out. Maybe even make Christmas ornaments with his balls..
"Between us ma'am, Ghostface is on the loose, and the police saw him enter this neighborhood, have you seen anything suspicious ?"
The man says, you look at him with a weird smile plastered on your face. You kept on shifting from leg to leg and was pretty sure you’ll get caught because of you own awkwardness..
"Oh no! I haven't seen anything at all, heh.." you let out a nervous laugh. The man raises an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Are you sure ma'am?" he asks.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure." you reply, leaning on the doorframe.
"Alright, well, would you mind if I do a little house check then?" he asks.
"I actually would, and I have the right to not let you in, officer." you say confidently but deep down you were panicking, what if ghostface makes himself known while the cop is inside??
"Ma'am, are you hiding something?" the officer asks, "What? No, I'm not hiding anything."
"Step aside then, please." the officer obliged. "How about this, I let you come in, and we have some fun time instead, officer?"
you wink at him and bend over slightly, showing him a better look at your cleavage. You couldn't risk getting caught, so might as well use your best asset and distract him, right?
The officer was blushing profusely as his gaze looked down, did a fake promise that's totally not an obvious attempt at hiding a serial killer really make him hard? You might be a witch for it to have worked.
You lured him inside and he followed like a lost puppy, you sat down on the couch and he hovered you, you teased him by tugging at his collar and kissing right next to his lips, getting the poor man all worked up for nothing. While he was distracted, you could see Ghostface from your peripheral. His body was tense. Weird.. you thought.
Carefully, he took a few steps near you, now being right behind the officer, he harshly tugged at his collar and strangled him, making him get off of you..
"Close your eyes for this one sweetheart, it's not going to be pretty, trust me."
You did as told, and squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your hands tightly against your ears too, honestly you didn't want to hear whatever it is that was going to happen..
Ghostface slammed the officer against the wall, the knife glinting as it pressed into the corner of his eye. "Nobody touches what's mine, you hear me?" he hissed, before a wet pop split the air and the man's scream curdled into a gag.
Blood streamed down his face as Ghostface held the ruined socket open, laughing low in his throat. "She's only mine to look at." The blade slid lower, cruel and deliberate, until it drove deep into the officer's groin.
His cry tore through the room, cut short by Ghostface twisting the handle, savoring every spasm as crimson soaked the floor. The eyeballs now dirtying it..
Ghostface crouched, scooping the slick orb from the floor with his gloved fingers. He shoved it hard between the officer's trembling lips, ignoring the man's muffled protests as blood leaked down his chin.
"Go on," Ghostface sneered, tilting his head with mock curiosity,
"you liked staring at her so much—But she's only mine to look at, you see? Oh, I forgot you can't anymore!" he smirks.
The officer gagged and choked, the sound wet and pitiful, while Ghostface pressed the second eye against his teeth, laughing when he tried to turn away…
You didn't try to ever look or hear whatever he's doing to that officer, you might puke until sunrise if you do.
A part of you couldn't lie to itself, you found this hot as fuck. But you where ashamed to admit it, who could? Finding a psycho killer attractive? Damn crazy if you ask me.
Ghostface was gentleman enough to clean his mess up before leaving your house, and thank God. You sighed loudly as the smell of bleach literally killed your nostrils.
You opened every windows of your house to make the smell go away, proving how bad it really was.
You didn't feel like eating anymore so you cleaned the kitchen and decided to go sleep, but first you needed to do your night routine.
Hiding behind the shadows, lurking beneath and ahead of your bedroom window, crouched a mysteriously sexy and frightening man in a mask and a costume, staring intently with a growing tent in his pants as you changed.
And your little unknowing and oblivious self didn't know a thing about the sick pervert staring at you through the glass.
"Using too much bleach was the best fucking mistake I've ever made in my damn life."
More and more dirty thoughts flew through his mind at record speed as you undressed, perfectly round tits and nipples peaking tauntingly at him, he just wanted to suck on them until they turned puffy and squish your boobs in his hands as he pleased, maybe even squish his cock in between them. Soon. He promised himself.
When your ass came into view he almost nutted in his pants like a damn virgin teenager and almost cringed.
You sat on your bed and spread your legs, your glistening lips staring right at him as he came in his pants right when you started stroking yourself. He wished he could hear your moans of pleasure, but he unfortunately was too further away.
Your pussy was looking at him tauntingly, like she knew he was here, watching, not able to do anything. Fucking tease.
"I don't want to go to that stupid party, Sid!" you sigh, "I don't care, you're going! Show your ex what he's missing out on, live a little! You remind me of a corpse." Sidney retorts, dejected by your refusal. "You're not funny." you reply.
"I don't want to even look at that man whore, let's go to the bar or something!" you plead, parties really weren't your thing. —"Yeah! And what do you think Em' will think of us when we don't go to her party?! So Embarrassing!
Who even cares about what Emma thinks anyway??
"Ugh, fine. Don't tell me Jake's coming too?" "Duhh, he's my boyfriend of course he's coming.
"That guy is bad news Sid, I really don't think he's good for you." you warn.
You had tried a dozen times to get her to leave him, he leaves major red flags everywhere he goes! Trying to flirt with you? Staring at another girl's ass while you three were at the bar ? Flirting with the waitresses? He does it all. And she brings him to EVERY girls hangout as if it doesn't make it worse ??
"Don't worry he's kind, you know him!" "Unfortunately I do know him.." you thought. "Anyway, gotta go, love you!""Yeah yeah, love you too Sid."
Your room looked like a clothing store got bombarded. Tops, jeans, dresses—every possible clothes known to mankind thrown across your bed and floor. You stood in front of the mirror in your pajamas, staring at the mess like it was somehow going to give you answers.
You had tried on a few things already, nothing felt right for that stupid party. Too basic. Too much. Too warm. You groaned, pulling off another shirt and tossing it onto the pile. "Why do I literally have nothing to wear?!" You muttered angrily, even though half your closet was invading the bedroom.
You decided to sit on the edge of the bed for a second, scrolling through your phone and pretending you weren’t lowkey stressing about being late. Then your eyes caught a black strapless top you hadn't worn in ages, half hidden under a jacket. You picked it up and thought for a second, then tried it on.
Okay... not bad. You added a short grey skirt, sheer tights, and some tall black boots. The outfit started to come together. You adjusted the top a bit and put on some lip gloss. Then for the last time, brushed out your hair.
Now this is a good outfit. Finally!
You smiled, running your fingers through your hair and grabbing your angel bag, taking one last look in the mirror before leaving the bedroom and going downstairs to eat something before leaving.
Mindlessly making a sandwich you didn't even notice him, staring at you from the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the door, arms crossed. You turned around with the plate in hand and almost dropped it from fright.
"Holy shit! What the fuck! You scared she shit out of me! What's wrong with you?!" You shrieked.
"If I was a serial killer you would've been dead long ago." He replied sarcastically, acting all smug you wanted to rip his head off.
"Seriously?" — "Where ya headed to all dressed up?" "I'm going out, if you want to stop by like some creep later in the night, leftovers are in the fridge."
"Going where, darling?"— "Some shitty party my friend forced me to go to but it's not your business." Hmm.. I'm going.
"WHAT ?! Have you gone completely mad?? You are literally a wanted serial killer ? What do you mean you're going??"
"You do know I have a real face behind this mask right?" he sighs.
"Oh.. I completely forgot about that.." you retort sheepishly. "I know you won't listen if I tell you to not go, so please don't kill anyone at the party." you plead with a sigh. No promises, sweetheart..
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