SYNOPSIS → Ghostface develops an extreme obsession with you, the infamous porn star named soft angel who so happens to be his classmate. The face of an angel and the body of a porn star.
TAGS/WARNINGS → pornstar!reader, dubcon, yandere!ghostface, blackmail, power play, porn addict!ghostface, porn mentioned, porn addiction mentioned, obsessive!ghostface, love struck!ghostface, hyperfem!reader, soft angel porn name, obsessive thoughts, horror porno, knife play, violent threats, ownership obsession, possessive!ghostface, yandere themes & a lot of pink for Valentine's day! @taylormarieee
AUTHOR’S NOTE → this story will be split into multiple parts and will be turned into a series. I'm sorry this took so long to write, this won the poll months ago. Thank you angels for your patience! also trying something different with the theme, tell me if you like it! comment if you want to be tagged in the next parts! [ VIEW IN LIGHT MODE FOR BETTER READING EXPERIENCE ]
DIVIDERS BY → @bernardsbendystraws @nicodefresas
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➢ [◉°] LIVE | ꧁ᬊᬁ ᴀɴɢᴇʟᬊ᭄꧂ ANGELSOFTPORN.COM [ ▸ 27.8k LIVE VIEWERS ]
▶ Chat Loading…
▶Press [Start]
The stream starts and the chat floods in, your pink webcam blinking as you expose yourself to your fans. Your body was decorated with pink rope and ribbons, your hair was tied up perfectly in a hairstyle they voted on.
You lay down on your pretty pink bed, kicking your legs as you read the chat, looking like an innocent angel but you were far from innocent. You talk to them sweetly, acting like a saint as you expose your perfect tits for your fans.
The tight pink rope traveled along your chest, making your breasts the center of attention. The center of your chest had a pretty pink heart that showed your infamous tattoo that marked you, ‘soft angel'.
A light pink mask covered your face, masking your secret identity. You didn't want anyone to find out who you were, especially anyone who personally knew you.
“Happy early Valentine's day.” You say sweetly, giving the camera a little sweet kiss. Since they've been so generous recently, you wanted to give them a special live stream today.
LIVE CHAT ▶SLOWED
↬ LOADING CHAT…2.7k incoming messages
╰ Anonymous 51 » happy early valentine's day!
╰ David » cute ribbons. makes me want to pull them.
╰ User251 » pretty lips.
╰ JJ21 » be my valentine please!
You smile at the sweet words of your viewers, making their heart flutter with your angelic smile. You then pull out a realistic dildo, kissing the tip and leaving a lipstick stain. You pose for the camera innocently, kicking your feet as you position the camera, angling it so it could look like you were sucking the viewer's cock.
The chat praises you as you suck on the big dildo, your eyes sultry yet still had a glint of Innocence in them. Your warm tongue traveled along the big dildo, teasing the viewers as you gave them doe eyes.
LIVE CHAT ▶SLOWED
↬LOADING CHAT...
╰ Ethan99 » fuck, the kiss on the tip made me almost cum.
╰ Deranged Ghost » good slut.
╰ Camslut » the best early valentine's gift ever.
You kept sucking for the chat, moaning sweet names of the people who sent donations. Your cunt dripping with arousal, a puddle beneath you forming.
▶Perverted Daddy Has Sent A $20 Donation!
“Thank you, perverted daddy.” You thank one of your loyal donors, moaning his name sweetly as you lick the tip of the dildo, which motivates your chat to give more donations to hear you moan their name.
As the stream is filled with sweet kisses and donations, you received a huge donation from him. your love sick stalker.
▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent A $200 Donation!
╰ Lovesick anonymous: sweet angel.
You read his donation, accidentally moaning louder than you should as your heart fluttered. His sweet words always made your cunt throbbed, he always spent so much money on you. A puddle forms on the floor as you suck on the dildo, you close your eyes and pretend like it was his cock—the first time you pictured yourself sucking off one of your fans.
Your eyes flutter open as you hear the donation ping, he sent another generous donation.
▶ Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent Another $200 Donation!
╰ lovesick anonymous: cum for me, angel.
Your heart fluttered and you immediately obeyed, feeling a wave of ecstasy you've never felt before. Your hole pulsed, the urge to have a cock buried inside you has never felt so strong before.
You continue to flutter your eyes at the camera as cum drips down your inner thighs, the pink rope stained with your filth. You can only imagine who the lovesick anonymous was, what he was doing as he watched you ruin yourself for him.
More donations followed yet you didn't open your eyes for them, you only wanted to open your eyes for him.
An inbox ping suddenly came from your laptop behind the webcam, you can see the private messages filling your inbox, unaware that they were from your stalker.
Then you start to get private donations, the ping making your eyes flutter as you read the bone chilling words.
▶ Love sick Anonymous: you're mine, angel. I know where you live, maybe I'll come over and visit, Break your pretty angel wings and keep you forever. doesn't that sound lovely for a dumb pathetic angel like you?
His threat sends you shivers down your spine, your soft body trembling at the thought of him breaking in. You were overwhelmed, your mouth stopping as your eyes were wide and shaking.
You wanted to turn off the stream but he sends another large private donation.
▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent Another $200
╰ Lovesick anonymous: don't be scared, angel. keep sucking like a good angel, I'm almost finished.
Your cunt throbbed at his words, ignoring all the other fans as you keep sucking the dildo out of fear. Your body couldn't stop trembling at his threat, your soft moans muffled around the dildo. You were too scared to stop.
You tried your best for him, licking and sucking the dildo as if your life depended on it. And who knows? Maybe it did. Your heart couldn't stop beating yet you couldn't deny the puddle that was still forming beneath your drenched cunt.
Suddenly, you heard another ping, another big donation, the biggest donation anyone has ever sent to you.
▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent A $666 Donation!!
╰ Lovesick anonymous: good girl.
His generous donation made your heart flutter. You've never felt your heart actually skip a beat until now. And fuck, that much money?
You couldn't help but feel flustered by the praise from your anonymous fan. The amount of money he sent you made your eyes sparkle.
“Thank you, Lovesick for your generous donation.” You can feel your heart beating in your chest, your trembling eyes staring at the webcam as you wondered who this lovesick anonymous was and if he really did know where you lived.
➢ [◉°] OFFLINE | ꧁ᬊᬁ ᴀɴɢᴇʟᬊ᭄꧂ ANGELSOFTPORN.COM
You had turned off the livestream, still trembling from your stalker’s threat. You opened your laptop and immediately noticed that you had received a Love Mail from Lovesick anonymous.
m! Ghostface x f! reader (any male at birth ghostface) 18+ MINORS DNI
SUMMARY: your parents left you alone for a whole week while they booked a nice getaway. It was fine, you were of age living in the good side of town. Besides, they weren't even going for that long, what could possibly happen in a week?
NSFW CONTENT: Porn with a plot, slow burn (not too long, smut starts mid way though paragraph 3 😉) , p in v, anal, vaginal fingering, dub con, squirting, oral (giving), 'trance' like state, cock drunk, begging, panty stealing, dirty talk, mask stays on, whole 'fuck or die' trope
this is my first time writing smut and posting it 🥲
enjoy!~
its almost as if your parents were asking for something to happen to you. You were a good-cookie cutter daughter, so you understood. they needed to get out of the house and spend some time together as a married couple. What better way to do that than to book a week long vacation to Cancun? It was perfectly acceptable, you were a young adult who knew how to take care of yourself so everything should go smoothly. Besides, not that much stuff could happen in a week. After the whole "stay safe" and "have fun" conversations ended they left. This whole day was cliché, your parents left, it was a Friday night on October and you were all alone. You decided that there was nothing better to do tonight then to curl up in the living room couch and binge watch classic slasher movies-and since you were home alone, there was nothing wrong walking around wearing your short, rose pink silk night gown and lacy panties. It was comfortable anyways.
About 10 minutes into Friday the 13th, you are interrupted by the house phone. quickly pausing the movie to grab the phone-expecting your parents to ask you how your night has been. "Hello?" Instead of your mom's gentle sounds or your dad's comforting tone, his voice was different. It was deep but not too deep, raspy, almost taunting...but really sexy. "who is this?" Was he being serious? He was the one you called you why is he acting dumb? You just shrugged it off as a prank call. "You called me" You say skeptically. "Do I know you" he chuckled on the other side, fuck, his voice was really hot. "I don't know, do you?~" Seriously what was this guy's deal? He calls you but he doesn't know who he's talking to? "Haha very funny" your tone shifting from confused to sarcastic "Is this some sort of joke? are you at a sleepover?" A low seductive snicker emerges from the other line-making you subconsciously press your legs together. "I'm not at a sleepover, its not really my thing" You start playing with your hair while talking to a complete stranger-silly girl, didn't mom and dad teach you about stranger danger? "Oh yeah? what is your thing?~" He hums back in response as if he was thinking of an answer. "Scary movie...tell me...whats your favourite scary movie?~" You quietly giggle like an obsessed fangirl-there was no way you weren't ovulating right now because your pussy had a heartbeat for a man's voice, a man you've never even seen. "Hmmm I dont really know...thats so hard to choose!" There was a quiet pause for approximately 15 seconds. Did you say something wrong? Make him lose interest in the conversation? "What about Friday the 13th?" Automatically you turn your head back to look at the TV. "Its ok? I mean it's kinda boring right now."
"You're 10 minutes into the movie...you haven't gotten to the good parts yet."
how...did he know that...
"w-what?"
"I said, you're 10 minutes into the movie, you haven't gotten to the good part yet. Y/N." He punctuates your name.
Instantly your heart drops, creating an unsettling feeling within your body and within the atmosphere.
Fuck.
you quickly hang up the phone and run to close the doors, the windows, heck anything that could prevent him from breaking in-if you were only smart enough to do that earlier. Out of nowhere he pops up behind you like he had been hiding there the whole time. Completely stuck under his grasp he holds a buck 120 hunting knife to your throat, making you unable to free yourself from his freakishly strong chokehold. Despite his grasp you were able to slightly turn your head back to see your possible killer. He was tall, definitely 6ft. He wasn't really built like a body builder but he was strong enough to deny airflow and hold a knife to your open neck. You couldn't see his face, he was wearing a long black robe, black pants, black combat boot-he looked like a silhouette if it weren't for the taunting ghost mask. "MMPH!" he chuckles at your muddled noises, throwing you on the ground like a rag doll. You quickly try to shuffle away from him but he had you cornered. "that little pink nightgown is really cute~ did you wear this for me?~ knew I was coming?~" You were speechless and terrified all at once. He pins you down on the ground with all his strength. Obviously you couldn't tell what face he was making, but by the way he's talking the shit he's said, you knew he had a big ass perverted grin under the mask. He was enjoying this shit. "L-LET ME GO! PLEASE!" You cry out as tear drops slowly start to form in your eyes. "Awww but if I let you go I won't be able to have any fun time with you!~" Oh shit. Why did you have stupidly answer the phone. "You're really cute, I'll spare you..." Your eyes fill with hope hearing the last 3 words. "but only under one condition...give me a blowjob and a good fuck and I'll let you go...if not I'll gut you like a fucking fish." Suddenly every single ounce of hope disappeared. But then again, it was either losing your life or losing your dignity. "If I *sniff* do this you'll let me life??" your voice cracking with every world. "Mhm! Thats it! Oh and make sure not to tell anyone about this because if I find out you went out and babbled about tonight I won't hesitate cutting your pretty little head off and leaving a nice surprise for mom and dad~" That last part alone scared the shit out of you, You didn't know and didn't want to know what he was capable of. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he pulls you up on to your knees, denying any access for you to run away. With red, sore teary eyes, you were eye to eye with his crotch-sniffling as he chuckled above you. "Unzip slut." reluctantly you bring your hands up to unzip his pants, every second brings you back to reality of what was about to happen to you. The second you unzipped his pants and moved his black Calvin Klein boxers, it sprang out-all 7 inches of it. Suddenly it's like you were put in a trance; this was the prettiest dick you've ever seen. circumcised, shaved, perfectly grith-y with the most delicious looking peachy pink tip. It made you so hungry that you had to remind yourself of the situation you were in. He noticed your sudden changed demeanour and spoke up "its all yours tonight babe~" The second you slowly opened your jaw he wasted no time ramming his perfect cock inside your waiting mouth-not even waiting for you to adjust. Instantly the room was filled with slurping and gagging noises-his whimpers was the cherry on top, his voice modulator made him sound even hotter and your pussy wetter. "F-fuck! ah!~ Haven't gotten good head in awhile...!" You looked up at him except your gaze was filled with pure lust instead of fear. All you needed to do was fuck him good and he'd let you go. Besides with a dick like his...maybe you were able to make this work. You looked up at him and he swore that he saw little hearts in your eyes. All of a sudden he pulls his cock out of your desperate little mouth, making you whine and get needier by each second. "hah~ you can't make me cum this quickly babe...get on the couch and spread your legs for me...~" You had lost all sense of yourself because you obeyed without question or hesitation.
At this point you were having a hard time deciding whether you were doing this because he might kill you or because you wanted him to mercilessly ram each inch of his rock-hard cock inside you until the entire neighbourhood heard every single thrust. You spread your legs wide for him, the only thing holding him back from abusing your sweet cunt was your lacy panties. "Those panties are really fucking hot babe~" He uses his index finger and middle finger to rub your wet slit through the thin teasing fabric "Its almost as if you want me to fuck your brains out..." He takes off your panties in one swift move and comes eye to eye with your crotch, bringing his fingers to touch your soaked touch starved pussy. "Holy shit... all you did was suck my cock and you're already this soaking wet." Quickly he gets up and lines his pretty tip to your waiting cunt. As you were about to look up and meet his gaze through the ghost mask eyes, He shoves his dick inside you with no warning whatsoever. Fuck...you thought he looked big but the way he felt was even better. Your pussy was satisfied, this was easily the biggest you've ever had. There was no way you could you could fuck anyone else or use any toy after that. Without second thought he starts rutting his hips at a fast, hard constant pace, showing no mercy or remorse for his actions. Gosh, what would your parents think seeing you act like a total slut, and for a stranger too? Every single thrust touched your soul-you thought it couldn't get any better until he started using his gloved fingers to swirl your clit. And boy did he know how to use his fingers. "f-fuck! More! pleaseee! Ah!~ more!~" every single thing that came out of your filthy mouth stroked his already high ego. You were suddenly Brought back to reality when you spontaneously squirted all over him. To your surprise he pulls out of your pussy, leaving you wondering what he was planning on doing next. This time he sits down on the couch and signals you to crawl to him. He pats his lap indirectly letting you to sit on his lap. He sits you down, your back resting against his chest, he spreads your legs exposing your pussy fully. "Good girl...you're such an obedient little slut~" You were ready for him to go inside you again, and he did. just, not in your cunt. This time you let out a loud moan as he enters your tight ass-bouncing you up and down with such ease. With his cock jack hammering your ass, he puts his middle and ring finger into your already sensitive pussy-gloves on. "A-AH!~ fuck feels sooo good!~"
"shit this is the best fucking pussy I've had in a longgg time! Would you let the big bad killer come back again just to fuck you?~ ah! hah!~" He speaks while thrusting Into you. Now if you were in the right state of mind, there is no way you would let a serial killer into your house. But you were far from being in the right state of mind. "YES!~ when my p-parents aren't home, please come back!~" He didn't even have to make you beg, you did it all by yourself. You total slut. "please please please!~ I want this cock!~"
"F-fuck say that again" He whimpers.
"I love this cock!~"
"Ah-ha...whose pussy is this?~ say it out loud." He pushes his fingers deeper with each thrust, matching his dick that was jack hammering your ass.
"Y-YOURS!~" that was the final scream you let out until you came all over his fingers as he pulled out and came onto your body. His cum dripping until it was coating your well-fucked pussy. Your whole body, your cunt, mouth and ass all sore from taking him. He was just as worn out as you were. "Y-you were so good...I'll let you hah- live."
"Thank you!~ ah..ah." He smirked knowing that you were still in a trance.
"you wanna do that again sometime?"
"yes...fuck that was the best sex I had in awhile..!~"
He chuckles in agreement..."we'll be each other's dirty little secret."
“I'm very intrigued by the idea of people who just reinvent themselves. It's been on my mind a lot lately. Actually, a lot of people do it because of the midlife crisis, but I'm really interested in the idea of doing it just because.”
↳ Oh Won't You Cum Again?
⚤ ghostface x female!reader
【 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI 】 warnings ⇢ penetration, pet names, male receiving, sexting, choking, bondage*reader gets tied up, degrading, orgasm denial, ghostface is the biggest pervert, humiliation, uniform-kink
word count | 9.3K
pt.1 ▻ please respond…i showed you my cock
pt.2 ▻ a pretty mouth
pt.3 ▻ call me anytime
pt.4 ▻ down for the count
tags @darkdemeter, @sarynnah, @folksriddle, @allyhahaha, @msfantasy-taboo, @glittervame, @alisha-jade, @fromsaltandsea, @bl00dgxre, @darklylucid, @strawberrybyers
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You stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water wash over you. Opening your mouth and letting the hot water wash away the sin. Your ass hurt to the point you thought you might need to go to the hospital. The sensation was a weird feeling, something that you definitely had never experienced before. Your body felt sticky, sweaty and gross. Used. Like a puppet of theirs.
You tried your best to just push it all to the back of your mind, like a bad dream. You didn’t want to let yourself get worked up over everything that just took place in your bedroom. You ran the loofah over your body, scrubbing at your skin with an uncomfortable pressure. You had encountered him multiple times now, and it wasn’t just him apart of it either. He said there were more. Heaps more potentially.
What if next time there’s five of them? Your body being tossed around like some fuck toy they can use and abuse. It was disgusting in an erotic way to your fucked up mindset. These guys were not only threatening to kill people you loved but they would. You were almost trapped in some kind of abusive relationship. It was clear that they knew how to get to you, so you stood in the shower and thought about what you should do.
Maybe your parents were right. Maybe it was time to move across the country and be somewhere safer. You needed to get out of dodge or someone might get hurt. Maybe when they’re tired of you, they’ll kill you. And that could be at any point when you no longer serve them.
You finished up, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around your body and drying yourself off. You made sure to check your window, locked tight and placing a bar against it to hopefully make it harder to open. At least if you heard it trying to be opened it would give you time to get out. It was a weird feeling, not feeling safe in your own home anymore. You checked your door, locking it and trying to twist the handle with great force. And for extra measure, you pressed the wooden chair in the corner of your room against the handle.
“Try and get in now fuckers.” You muttered to yourself, not hatefully, just exhausted. You knew it would be a while before they would behind harassing you again, so you started looking into flights. Messaging your cousin about coming to visit and stay for a while. She was excited to say the least, texting you all the fun things you could do together when you finally came.
You let out a sigh, closing your laptop and getting dressed into something comfortable. You were gonna try and get out of school tomorrow, too tired to even bother at this point. And besides, you were hopefully about to move anyways and finish up your senior year across the country.
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“So months ago you were begging to stay here with us, and now you want to move? I just don’t understand you Y/n. It’s almost like you’re trying to drive me crazy. You don’t talk to us, you’re failing and completely distracted. I just don’t see what sending you away is going to do?” You couldn’t believe your mother was upset at you for wanting to get away from all this.
“I just didn’t realise the amount of stress this would cause. I mean, I’m scared to even be alone in my own house for crying out loud. I don’t feel safe here anymore and I would appreciate it if you would do this for me please. I can’t sit around waiting for this killer to show up again.” You could honestly, you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself. Deny, deny, deny.
“I mean, look I’ll speak with your aunt about it but no promises. And I want to see you actually picking your grades up. No school is going to accept you with an average below 2.” Great, homework and studying. The one thing that seemed to be your kryptonite.
“Fine.” You huffed, heading back upstairs and beginning to open unanswered emails from teachers asking for your overdue work to be handed in immediately. You sighed at the screen, you weren’t sure how you were going to get yourself out of this one but you had a few tricks still up your sleeve.
You began replying back to the emails, opening the spreadsheets and giving everything you had to put into writing these assignments and getting them checked off your list. It was the first time in and long time you had actually gotten some school work properly done. It felt liberating to say the least. You felt content with the work you had done, even if it had only been a few essays. It was still a lot of work to hand in so suddenly.
Your phone buzzed on the table, screen lit up with a notification that made you shiver. You sat for a minute, trying to think about what would happen if you had received a message from him, or them. Whoever they were. You began thinking for a minute, what if you tried to figure out who these guys were? The idea had you captivated immediately and you began your search. Socials you began looking through friend lists of everyone, seeing if anything looked weird or funny. Something to stand out.
You knew a couple of guys that seemed cocky enough to pull this kind of thing but it was also a long shot. What evidence did you have? You looked through messages, back and forth to see if you could catch phrases, patterns, something. You could rule a few people out already, knowing that they didn’t fit anything you had. It definitely wasn’t any girls. You had a small list of six guys, all you needed to do now was break down their motives, and why they would be doing this.
You dived into research, articles online to see what reports were saying, what the police were saying. It had to be someone from your school, they were way too young to not be. Hours passed by quickly, you were entranced by all of it. You had begun a document on your computer, photos taken from your suspects social media accounts with dates and time stamps. Cross referencing them with messages you had received.
You begun thinking about how they would have such amount of access to your phone, your house, your cameras. You stopped. Eyes meeting the camera on your laptop. What if they were watching you right now? Watching you spiral down a rabbit hole of hunting serial killers and revealing their identities? You slammed the top down hard, breaking out of your obsession and allowing yourself to come back into reality.
Your stomach fluttered, an anxiety creeping in. One that you hadn’t experienced before. What if they knew you were trying to find them out, and they would come back to kill you finally?
Your eyes caught your window, exposed but still locked from last night. And it was going to stay that way until you could figure all this out.
You got up, opening your door to hear the chatter amongst your parents downstairs. Conflict between the two of them about you wanting to leave.
“So she wants to go, let her fucking go! Maybe she’ll actually do well under proper guidance from a mother!”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re not here looking after her. You’re off fucking Ron or Rick or whatever the fuck his name is!”
“I told you it was only once and I was drunk!”
“And I was your husband!”
You shut your door, tears brimming in your eyes at the commotion. If there was any good time to leave this shit-house, it was definitely now. You didn’t care anymore, you didn’t care what it took. You were standing your ground and moving away, whether you got your mother to agree or went behind her back to your father.
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Well you got your way that was for sure, you held your ticket in your hand. Shaking at the anxiety of what you were about to do. Moving across the country and away from all your friends and family. It was an uncomfortable feeling really, but you needed to do it.
Surprisingly you didn’t hear from Ghostface at all, you thought that he might have come by to see you off. It was a little disheartening in the most fucked up of ways. You waited patiently in line, listening to the repeated phrase, ‘thank you, have a great flight’ over and over until you finally got to the front of the line.
“Thank you, have a great flight.” You smiled in response, taking a small breath before stepping through the doors and towards the exit towards you plane. You boarded easily, taking your seat on the end of the aisle, easy access to the toilet.
Maybe you were a bit of a nervous flyer but you were holding it together pretty well so far. You pulled your headphones out and over your head, playing your music to drown out the people conversing next to you and around you. You drowned them out, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back against the head rest until it was all over.
Your hand clutched the arm rest tight, you focused on your breathing as well to try and not let yourself panic. The flight was six hours so it was going to be a long trip ahead of you. When the plane began to take off you almost cried, it was such a weird feeling, but you fought back tears and allowed yourself to think of something, anything.
Ghostface. Your investigation into who he was, you mentally thought deeply about your suspects and what motives they all had.
Malcolm, he was a bit weird and techie but you wouldn’t think he’s the kind of person to be behind such a thing. He looked like he would break if you looked at him wrong. Whoever was doing this needed a strong stomach and twisted sense of humour. But maybe there was a dark side to him, long nights surfing the dark web and seeing things he shouldn’t be. A menacing interior different to his slightly nerdy exterior.
Lucas, classic asshole who enjoyed picking on anything that moved. Teacher, students, maintenance people for the school. Everyone was a target, and everyone was a victim. He seemed to be some kind of sociopath so it would make sense to be him. But there was something that told you he wasn’t the one doing it. But you’ve been wrong before too. It seemed the asshole of him only came out when he was around large groups of people really. Just arrogance it seemed. You only knew that because you had seen him actually helping his teachers out here and there when he thought no one was watching.
Travis, another quiet kid who seemed to only have a small handful of friends who didn’t seem very interested in him. It made you sad really, he was friendly. You’d spoken to him a few times in classes, little comments about the curriculum being made here and there. Maybe he had a sadistic side to him, an obsession for you. And a disliking towards his peers. It was a strong enough case but you needed more evidence.
Mr. Hunt, a young-ish teacher who had started fairly recently, he was a suspect. Though he had no red flags that stood out to you from his behaviour he was still new to the whole town. And he seemed pretty fresh out of high school, maybe he held a grudge? Maybe he was bullied at this school and took it personally to a whole other level. This was his revenge game. He taught you calculus and he had taken a liking to you, you always contributed the best you could in any classes and he seemed to like it. Maybe he liked it too much.
Six hours passed by quicker than you imagines, the turbulence barely noticeable as you were deep in thought about your theories. You had become quite the detective. But none of it mattered for now, it was up to the police. You dreaded about hearing from Ghostface again, what his reaction would be if he found out you had moved away. He seemed to only be interested in keeping you alive for his disgusting, perverse reasons. You didn’t want to be his anymore though. It was wrong. And it might be costing peoples lives.
You departed the plane, nerves bundling in your stomach as you thought about seeing your extended family after such a long period of time. You knew your cousin would be there, along with your aunt and uncle. You walked out of the gate, seeing them standing there waiting for you with a big bouquet of flowers and balloons for you. All big smiles plastered across their faces. Bouncing with excitement of seeing you after such a long time. Four Christmases to be exact, that’s the last time you were all together as a big family.
Things seemed to be easier then. You walked towards them awkwardly, slightly embarrassed they were making such a big deal in a public setting. But you gave them a pass for now, it had been a while.
“Y/n! Oh, you look so grown up my little twin.” Your cousin embraced you first, tightly you might add. Her little twin is what she used to call you growing up, you two used to be really close. Everyone would say you were meant to be sisters in another life. You always liked that idea.
“How are you darling? We’ve missed you and your mum. How is she doing?” You aunt asked as she too pulled you in for a tight hug. Her soapy perfume filling your lunges in a toxic way.
“Good, everything is good.” You didn’t want to tell her the truth, but she could already read it all over you. Her eyes giving you a sympathetic look. She knew about the fights with your dad that were a constant. She didn’t like your father, and it had always been very apparent. You hugged your uncle who seemed to be a bit more gentle with his embrace.
They led you out to the car, helping you get yours bags into the back and beginning to give you a rundown of life here with them, in their small town.
“So, you’ll find there’s only one mall and its very bland. You have to travel two hours to get to the city if you want anything nice for yourself. And the people are pretty nice in town, just keep in mind that its small here so there is a lot of gossiping that goes on.” Your cousin began explaining the basics to you, how the school scene was as well.
“So Y/n, what are you looking at doing once you graduate? Any colleges you’ve been accepted to yet?” College, right. You hadn’t even thought about it, let alone applied for anywhere yet. It would be only a matter of time before the cut off date would come up and you hadn’t even written your personal essay.
“Uhm, not yet. Still waiting to hear back.” You hated lying but you didn’t want to tell her you were quite behind on everything. Your phone buzzed and you looked down to the see what came through.
⇰ Have you landed yet? xx
You initially thought it was your mother messaging, but a shiver ran down your spine when you saw the sender.
Ghostface. All the colour in your skin disappeared and you suddenly felt very light headed and needed to get out of the moving car. Each turn made you feel queasy and you just wanted to be sitting down and not moving at all to take it all in.
You weren’t sure if you should respond. If it was even worth it. But he had figured it out now. He had your house rigged somehow. He had mentioned how he had things set up in your home without you even knowing. You feared he would retaliate by going after your parents, you wanted to call your mum and dad to warn them. But you couldn’t do it in the car now with everyone listening in. You’d have to wait for a more private moment.
The interrogation continued, more questions about what you’ve been doing in school and out. How you’ve been handing all the stress of a killer on the loose. You answered as shorty as you could, mind too focused on getting home and making some calls.
⇰ You can’t hide from me, I’m everywhere.
You were really worried now, but you also saw this coming. You knew he would catch up, you just didn’t realise it’d be so soon. When you finally pulled into the driveway you let out a breath you’d been holding for too long. Allowing your uncle to handle your luggage as you dashed inside quickly, your aunt thought it was just excitement.
“Uh, where’s the toilet? Been busting since the plane.” You lied and smiled lightly at her. She made gestures as she explained and watched you follow her instructions. You went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door as you opened your phone and pulled up your mothers contact. Call.
You held the phone to your ear, listening closely to each and every dragged out ring. Voicemail. Great. You tried again, hoping she’s just seen you calling and would pick up on the second time. Voicemail. You called a few more times before trying your dads phone as well. Worry was begging to really set in, what if he had already gotten to them? After the third call your dad picked up the phone.
“Y/n? How’d your flight go? You get there okay?” You let out another breath you’d been hanging onto. Clutching ahold of the edge of the sink to keep yourself steady as relief washed over you.
“Yes, I’m so glad to hear your voice. I just wanted to call and see how you guys were.” It was weird, something you never did.
“We’re okay, is everything alright? You seem quite worked up.” You didn’t want them to panic, biting down on your lip you silently debated for a few seconds before responding.
“Everything’s fine dad, just wanted to check in.”
“Alright, well I’m glad you made it safe and you’re okay. I miss you already. I have to get back to work but I’ll give you a call later once you’ve settled in, okay?” You felt reassured, at least for a little while. You were going to hold him to that phone call. You hung up after saying bye and looked down at the new message that came through.
⇰ Thought you could get rid of me just like that?
⇰ Don’t be so sure.
Your stomach dropped, you flushed the toilet and stepped out of the bathroom. Walking slowly and trying to find your way around the house. You had never been here, extended family seemed to always travel to your house but you guessed that after the kids all grew up it wasn’t worth the money and hassle anymore. You admired the photos of your cousin in frames around the house, some with you in them. You managed to find yourself in the kitchen, everyone chatting away about some drama going on in your cousins college.
You tried your best to focus and join the conversation but you were uneasy. Mind elsewhere.
“Where is my room if you don’t mind me asking?” You politely butted into the conversation, your aunt getting you to follow her down the hallway and towards the room next to the bathroom.
“Its just this one here, we’ve already put your stuff in here. The drawers are empty and so is the closet so make yourself at home.” Home. Although it was temporary it was still going to be your home for a little while. You missed your old room, before it had been tainted. She left you to unpack your things and give you time to settle in. Dinner would be coming along shortly and you weren’t even sure if you could stomach anything right now.
You glanced down at the message again. Don’t be so sure. What was that supposed to mean? Was he here already? Was he watching you right now? You looked around the room paranoid, checking lamps, mirrors, cupboards. Anywhere there could be cameras or microphones hidden. It was stupid but you felt a little safer by doing so.
You couldn’t lie to yourself though, something about Ghostface wanting you so bad he followed you was arousing in a sense. Like a piece of chewing gum that was stuck to your shoe. Always with you.
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After dinner the family liked to sit and talk at the table, but they let you head to bed early after the long day you had. You were grateful, thanking everyone for dinner and helping you out for the day. You had showered quickly, there was no detachable shower head here. Pity. You felt weird sliding into the unfamiliar bed, the sheets felt cold and different from yours. You tried your best to make yourself cozy though, setting up your laptop on the mattress next to you and putting on a movie.
Something to just help you switch your mind off, to help you ease into sleep. It wasn’t that hard to get to sleep surprisingly, you managed to drift off pretty soon after your movie started playing. It was when you woke up four hours later though that made your first night difficult. Your throat was parched, you reached instinctively for your water bottle to not find it on your nightstand. You weren’t home anymore, you wiggled out from the covers and tried your best to walk quietly out to the kitchen.
Hoping you weren’t making too much noise as you grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Walking slowly back to your bedroom and closing the door. You noticed on your way in that there was only the bathroom next to your room. It seemed any of the other rooms were on the other end of the house. You didn’t mind it really, it made you feel more comfortable actually.
You sat in bed, flicking through random social media on your phone when it buzzed again. He knew you were awake.
⇰ Miss me yet?
You ignored it, flicking the message away and trying your best to push it to the back of your mind.
⇰ I know you miss me.
⇰ I know how much you miss this cock.
⇰ Burying deep inside you as I spill my seed.
⇰ You’re such a cockslut.
⇰ You love it filling you up in every way.
⇰ Fucking answer me cockslut.
⇰ Answer me or ill fucking kill your parents before you can even warn them.
You broke, finally opening the messages that kept harassing you. Fingers dancing over the keyboard in hesitancy.
How could he be here and at your house at the same time? You thought about it for a second, thinking about how to respond.
What do you want?
Your reply was short and right to the point, you were sick of playing his games.
⇰ I think you know sweetheart.
You knew exactly just from that message alone what he wanted.
No, I’m not doing this anymore with you. I’m done okay?
You knew he would continued to threat and push until you broke but you weren’t going down without a fight. You wanted to test your theory to really see if he had followed you or not.
⇰ We’re not done, til I say we’re done.
⇰ You fucking understand me?
⇰ I’ll keep using you until I’m ready to kill you.
Your cheeks burned crimson, in a good way? You weren’t too sure. How could such vile words work you up like this?
You won’t, you would’ve killed me ages ago if you really wanted me dead.
I think you’re just a loser who can’t get any girls so he had to harass and manipulate one into getting what he wants.
His text bubble jumped a few times, like he was trying to figure out how to respond. You took the opportunity of having him stunned to write more. Seeing if you could get under his skin.
You think I like you? You’re out of your fucking mind.
You’re a sick, pathetic nobody who has to hide behind a mask to get what he wants.
You had to admit it, you felt powerful. Like you had reclaimed yourself again. The text bubble started again, watching and waiting to see his response.
⇰ Don’t fucking test me slut.
⇰ You’re gonna regret saying any of that.
⇰ I’ll make sure of it.
And he stopped. You weren’t sure if you should try and have the last word but you didn’t want to keep entertaining him. This was still all a game to him, and your plan of a power play was working for now. You at least could sleep easier tonight.
The next morning you were woken up by knocking on your door, your aunts voice muffled through it but you could basically make out what she was saying. Your first day, well not really. But you had to go get enrolled into your new school. It was a little worrying how different it was all going to be here for you. But you were going to try and make it work. It was definitely a slower morning than you wanted it to be, feeling uneasy about making your way around the bathroom.
Worried if you used the wrong toothpaste, too much toothpaste, too much water for the shower, too much shampoo. It was all daunting on you that you were suddenly a stranger in this house. You didn’t know the rules or how things worked, at least at home you took care of your own really.
You made your way into the kitchen once you were satisfied with your outfit. The smell of toast bringing a warm and fuzzy feeling to your chest. It was what home was supposed to smell like. And you began to feel a bit better again.
“So, big day huh Y/n?” Your eyes met your uncles who had asked you.
“Yeah, kinda nervous honestly.” You chuckled a little, anxious about your upcoming day ahead of you.
“You’ll be fine, the school here is lovely. Its a little bit different than what you’ll be used to.” You wondered what she meant by that, her tone laced a certain way it made you question it a bit.
You brushed it off for now but kept it in the back of your mind. After breakfast you headed out to the car, the mornings were colder here than you expected and you immediately regretted not grabbing a jumper to throw on. The drive felt short, probably because it was. The school wasn’t what you were expecting, it seemed bigger, fancier even. It had this old style to it like it had been here for a long time and they just continued to upgrade onto the original build.
Stepping out of the car you felt a little nauseas, nerves kicking in seeing students walking around and chatting away with one another. The first thing that caught your eye, their uniforms. It was weird seeing it really, you mentally cursed at the idea of it. Of course it had to be uniforms. You sighed internally, following your aunt who was speaking gibberish about the school to you that you were blocking out.
You walked into the building, holding your head low to avoid staring eyes on you. You walked down a hallway before getting to the receptionist office, walking in and an older lady sat behind the desk typing away on her computer. She looked up and greeted you with a small smile on her face, pushing her big frames back on her nose.
“Hello, we have an appointment with Principal Loomis.” What a weird name. She quickly dialled on her phone, holding the phone to her ear and quietly muttering a few words.
“You can head on in.” She said and you followed suit. You walked in and saw a fairly older woman sat behind the desk.
“Hello, welcome to Woodlands College. I’m Principal Loomis, have a seat.” You both sat in the leather burgundy seats in front of her desk, a shiny silver plaque with her title and name written on it at the front of her desk.
“So, Y/n. I hear you’re transferring all the way from Jetson High?” You smiled shyly, already feeling your nerves set in.
“Well, we hope you’ll enjoy yourself here at Woodlands, we are a very high educational institution and we focus on helping our students develop into intelligent, goal setting, extraordinary adults who are ready to take on the outside world.” So what she was really saying was that they were expecting you to obey every single rule in their book and if you deter from it then you’ll probably get put in the dungeon. You bit back a smile as you laughed at your inner thoughts.
“So I took the liberty of getting your school records from Jetson, it seems you have had a good grade average for the last few semesters of your school but I can see a start of decline dating back almost two months ago. I’m guessing thats when the incidents started happening?” She emphasised the words, trying to tread carefully. You weren’t that surprised the news had made it out here, it was almost everywhere at this point with the amount of victims he had stacked up.
“Yes, I am dedicated to turning things around though and getting myself back on track.” You managed to find your voice, although it was still meek.
“Wonderful! Alright, well I’ll have out head of student body conduct a small tour around our grounds and facilities. If you have anymore questions do feel free to contact Darlene our receptionist and she’ll be happy to answer them. Did you have any questions for me directly before I let you go?” She was well spoken, a good sense of maturity to her despite her young appearance.
“No, I think I’ll be alright.” You nodded, she stood to her feet and got the door for you both. Your eyes fell on to a student, she was very short to be a senior. Hair tied back into a slick ponytail and uniform presented crisp and perfect.
“Nadine, this is Y/n and her aunt. If you would so kindly show them around, start with the classrooms first and make your way from there. Thank you.” You smiled at the girl, she offered one back. It didn’t feel quite as genuine though.
“Please follow me.” And you did, she led you through each and every classroom. Talking about the curriculum and expectations, they were very demanding on high results. You were a little worried you might not be cut out for this place. She led you through the library, the cafeteria, the gym, it felt never-ending. Your aunt was asking lots of questions on your behalf, times classes ends, what studies they offer, anything and everything.
It was finally almost lunch time when the tour was over, you thanked the girl and left with your aunt. She seemed more excited than you for this place, which didn’t surprise you. It was a big part of her personality.
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Your first day. Scary. You’d rather see Ghostface again than face the first day at a new school. It was gonna be hell.
You stood there, fresh out of the shower staring at it. Your uniform, they had it posted to you within the day after your aunt gave them your sizes. You hated every bit about it, the white button up blouse, the outdated just-above-the-knee plaid skirt. The horrible striped tie with the school colours. You felt ridiculous putting it on, looking at yourself in the mirror and wondering if you could just run away back home. Back to your normal like where Ghostface would pop up in and out of constantly.
⇰ Have a good first day doll.
It was like he was in your mind, sending you the message first thing this morning. You ran your fingers through your hair, styling it to suit the ugly uniform that did not flatter your skin tone. Too late to back out now. You put your shoes on and made your way to the kitchen to, the smell of waffles. It seemed breakfast was a family event in this household.
“Excited for your first day?” Your aunt asked, a big grin plastered on her face. You faked your smile, inside you were dying to go back to bed. Dropping out sounded good.
“Juice?” She asked holding the glass jug up and a glass cup in her other hand. You nodded in response.
“We’ll be off in ten minutes, I’m just going to get into something less dirty and put some perfume on.” She pulled at the bottom of her shirt, showing the stains of flour, egg and sugar on it before walking down to her room. Oh gosh, not the soapy perfume. You cringed at the smell, knowing she used way too much of it for it to be legal. You would just have to try and not choke on it if you could help it.
As if she was a robot with a tight schedule, you left ten minutes later right on the dot. She shuffled her shoes on and got in the car. The drive was way shorter this time, your mind elsewhere and before you knew it she was pulling up in the drop off bay. You gripped ahold of your skirt, tight fabric between your fingers. She noticed your tense body that sat there.
“Hey, you’ll be okay. Its not as bad as you think, I’m sure today will be fine.” Why didn’t you believe her? Was it your own mind or her lying to you? Either way you didn’t have time to think before she was encouraging you out of the vehicle and leaving you there. You thought about turning around and walking out of the gates, eyes scanning different groups of people standing around. Some taking notice of the new-comer. Small town.
You held onto the strap of your bag, as if to ease yourself in some way. You began slowly walking to the front entrance, hoping that you would remember the way to the reception. Luckily you did, or you might as well have not turned up for the day. You were given your schedule and other documentation. Some to fill out, some to give to teachers and some to take home and give to your aunt.
Already ten minutes in to your new school, and you were overwhelmed. Not remembering where a single classroom was. You locked eyes with familiar ones, Nadine. Same hairstyle and freshly pressed uniform. She strided towards you with such confidence, no one she was head of the student body here. She sure acted like it.
“Hi Y/n, how are you finding things? Anything I can be assistance of?” You were stunned at her maturity in how she spoke. Like a copy and paste of your principal really.
“Just a little lost. Where is homeroom?” You asked sheepishly, feeling a little bad that you clearly weren’t one of them.
“You’ll be in my homeroom. Walk with me.” She made sure to stay by your side, letting you not feel left behind. It was actually comforting considering how insane everything seemed. There were more students in the halls than when you visited, no one was in class yet.
“Is the school always this busy?” You asked, eyeing off all the students surrounding the main hallway with their lockers open and books stacked up completely. She led you to a locker that opened right away, empty.
“This is your locker, then combination is changed every three months for security reasons. Your combination should be on your personal forms under ‘school property responsibilities’. You glanced down at the stack of papers in your hands, shuffling through to find the one she was talking about. You folded the page in half and placed it in your pocket for now, knowing you’ll probably be needing it for a bit before you could memorise it.
You slid your strap off your shoulder, putting it into the locker along with the papers you had been given except your schedule.
“You’ll have homeroom with me, then you’ll find your next classes below with timestamps and locations written on them. If you flip the page over you’ll see the map here. So the front entrance is here which is where you started and its basically a walk through from there. So your next class after homeroom will be ancient history with Mr. Macher, then you have calculus with Mrs. Prescott and then we break for 15 minutes. This will give you time to swap out books for your next classes and socialise.” It was like she spoke in tongues, none of this making any sense to you but you tried your best to follow along.
When the bell rang it was weird, almost like a tune that was on the tip of your tongue. It was different from just your standard bell ring at your old school.
“Time for homeroom.” She began walking with you, a few more feet down and you were at Room 3-A. Homeroom. You filed in with the other students, taking a seat at one of the separated desks and sitting down. Nadine taking the seat behind you.
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The day seemed to go by slower than you’d hoped. Every class felt like a maze and other students weren’t as helpful with directions. They seemed to speak to you as if you had been here for a while. Some people were nice, some weren’t as nice and others just seemed to keep to themselves. You were happy when the day finally came to its end, although you felt you spent most of your day confused.
You were’t looking forward to tomorrow. Your aunt was already waiting in the pick up bay for you, hand held out the window waving excitedly. You basically ran to the car, wishing you had a moment of privacy to completely break down. You didn’t want her to see you so upset.
“How was your first day!? Was it amazing? Did you make some friends?” All questions you didn’t want to answer, but you knew if you didn’t try to keep up your charade she would become concerned and that was something you didn’t want to deal with.
“Yeah it was good. Yeah I made a couple.” As if on que, your phone buzzed.
⇰ Liar, liar, pants on fire. Or should I say, skirt?
You blushed at his message, your aunt noticing your weird sudden mood change.
“Everything okay?” She asked, you snapped your head towards her in panic and locked your phone and placed it in your lap.
“Yep. Just realised that I have I forgot one of my books.” You played it off as best as you could.
“Oh well I can wait a little longer if you want to run in and grab it.” Great, now you had to play into the lie somehow.
“It’s alright, I don’t need it urgently. Just wanted to get a head start on homework.” She pulled out of the space and drove home. The drive was easier at least, and you were going back home where you could sit in your room and try and not want to run away. You said a small hello to your uncle as you entered the house, ushering to your room as quickly as possible and sitting down on your bed.
At least you had a space to relax and not be bothered in. You laid back on the bed, letting your body melt into the mattress as you let yourself unravel from your day mentally. Your phone hummed against the fabric once again. You brought it to your face, scanning over the new message.
⇰ God I wanna fuck you so bad rn.
It was from a new number, but you knew it was him still. You were hesitant to call the number, but you were curious to see if he would pick up as well. You pressed dial, waiting for him to answer the call.
“Hello.” His voice rasped through the phone, your knees feeling a little weak at the deepness of the voice. Your breath hitched in your throat for a few seconds, swallowing hard.
“Your number changed.” You breathed, hearing a small ‘mmm’ come from him on his end. It sounded so erotic like he was pleased with your statement.
“It did. Or maybe I’m not who you think I am.” Your stomach dropped at his words, oh no. Not another one.
“Why are you all doing this to me? What is it about me that seems to peek your interest? I don’t want to be apart of this anymore.” You were pleading to him, hoping that maybe a different person meant a different kind of treatment almost. Maybe he was more understanding?
“Because if I can’t have you, no one can.” The classic stalker line buzzed in your ears, and you felt tight in your stomach as your body tried to decipher whether it was terrified or turned on. The dampness of your panties was very telling, but you didn’t want him knowing that.
“If I give myself to you, will you leave me alone and let me live in peace?” You knew he wasn’t going to go for it, but it didn’t hurt to try. He was quiet, like he was actually considering your request.
“No. But, give yourself in to me, and I’ll make sure you stay mine and only mine.” You had to admit, it wasn’t what you wanted but it was still better than being shared around like some used up toy. You really had to think, he wasn’t going to stop and if you said no then who knows what would happen the next time Ghostface popped back up in person. What he would do, what they would do. Goosebumps formed on your skin, every hair seemed to be standing up in place as you tried to swallow your pride.
“Deal.” You felt betrayed saying it, like one part of you was fighting with the other. He chuckled darkly, and hung up. You sat in silence now, thinking about what was to come. You had no clue when he would turn up, what he would do. All you could do now, was wait.
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“Class dismissed.” After a full week you were beginning to finally settle in to your new school. Classes were still difficult to keep up in, you felt so behind in everything. Your teachers instructed that you attend an after-school study today in room 7-C. Or was it 17-C? Or 7-D? You weren’t really paying any attention and Nadine wasn’t around to help give you the answer.
The final bell had gone and everyone was racing to their lockers to leave, you pulled the folded piece of paper from your pocket and read your combination while trying to put it in. It took four tries before you finally got it. Something you were still trying to get the hang of. You grabbed what you needed for the study group and turned your schedule over to show you the map. Why did there have to be so many classrooms?
You began looking into each classroom, opening the door and poking your head in to see if anyone was in there. Teachers also desperate to get home, seemed to all have disappeared without a trace. You continued to walk down the hall in the opposite direction everyone seemed to be heading. There was no one else heading to this thing?
You kept checking rooms, some locked so you couldn’t actually check them as you went along. You got to room 7-C, one of the rooms you thought it was in. You opened it, sticking your head around the corner and muttering a small hello. Empty. You closed the door, moving down to the next room just across the hall. 7-D. Poking your head in again, it was empty but you thought you saw someone out of the corner of your eye. You stepped in on instinct, thinking it must be a teacher. Your eyes widened as they met the tall figure.
He was fit, muscles basically tattooed all over him. Broad and much different from the others you had encountered. The signature Ghostface mask on, his cloak fitted to his body showing each and every curve of himself. You made a dash for the door, his movements were towards you quickly like he knew exactly what your plan already was. But the door had been locked, whether by someone or he had planned it out somehow. You stepped back and away from him, the backs on your thighs bumping in to the corners of desks.
It hurt and you knew it would bruise, but your mind was a little more focused on staying alive right now. He worked his way towards you slowly, cornering you against the back wall. He almost leapt at you, pushing his body against yours so it was stuck between the two. He had you now.
“Poor, defenceless, lost lamb. Can’t even find a fucking study group to save your life.” His words were piercing, mocking towards you.
“Guess I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.” He laughed at his play on of words, you couldn’t care less. He grabbed ahold of you, pushing you against the nearest desk and bending you over it. A throaty rumble coming from his throat as he hiked your skirt up over your ass. Exposing your lacy undergarments to him. You knew his day was going to come, you just didn’t expect it so soon and so public too. His leather glove came down hard on your ass you yelped a little louder than you expected, the stinging sensation only adding more moisture to your panties.
He hit again. And again, alternating cheeks like some sort of game to see which one would turn red first. He noticed how your knees buckled against one another and your thighs rubbed together. Your underwear almost dripping with excitement. He ran his hand over the material and you quietly jolted at the sudden feeling.
“So wet already for me, such a good girl.” His voice dripped with lust, his touch sending electricity through you. His fingers wrapped into the lace that covered your core, pulling them to the side and eyes entranced on you. You could feel yourself pulsing with desire to be touched, to be filled. You hated how much you enjoyed this. He pushed a digit in, letting out a guttural sigh as he did that made you weak.
“So fucking warm, lets see how you react when I add another.” You squirmed at the sensation of another finger sliding its way through your folds and into your hot cunt. The sounds sickening but music to his ears. You whimpered, wondering how long he was going to continue with his torturous pace. He began ever so slightly curling his fingers inside you, pressing against the plush tissue on your walls. You were really getting loud now.
“Tell me how it feels doll.” You weren’t sure what he wanted you to say, your mind sat on it for too long leading him to deliver a hard ‘smack’ to your ass again. You yelped louder this time, his hand coming down harder than he had before.
“Good, it feels good.” You managed to let out, humiliation starting to really sink in now. You should know by now that they were all the same. They all wanted the same thing from you. Wanted you to validate their actions towards you, and how you felt about it.
“I bet you’re just aching to feel me. You want my cock dolly?” You nodded your head in response, before quickly following up with a breathless ‘yes please’ to keep him happy. He withdrew his fingers, you almost cried at the loss of sensation in your hole. He worked quickly on his pants, pulling out his erect cock and moving to face you.
“Get on your knees.” You did what he asked you to do, eyes trained up on him as you dropped onto the cool wooden flooring.
“Open your mouth doll.” He held your chin in his hand, keeping your face tilted up towards him as he guided his tip towards your lip. Rubbing his salty arousal over them before pushing through and groaning at the feeling of your hot mouth around him. Sucking, licking and rubbing along his base. His head fell back in relief, gloved digits twisting your hair into a pony as forcing your movements along his shaft. Rapid and quick to meet his thrusts as he used your mouth like a free pussy.
“Keep going doll, suck me fucking harder.” He pushed to the back of your throat, feeling you choke around him uncomfortably. Eyes beginning to water at the pressure, you pulled back on reflex. You did as he said, hollowing your cheeks for a more pressurised feeling around him. He continued to snap his hips, chasing a high he so desperately wanted. You had brought him right to the edge of his orgasm when he ripped himself away from your mouth, a thin rope of saliva attached to the tip of him to your bottom lip before falling onto your exposed thighs.
“I’m not cumming yet, gonna wait for the big finale for that one.” Your cheeks were flushed, red and burning for more of him.
“Get on the desk.” He pointed to the teachers desk at the front of the classroom, following closely behind you as you stood to your feet and did as he said, you sat back, feet planted on the edges and knees apart. Exposing yourself to his gaze that seemed stuck on you.
“Fuck, you’re pussy looks so hungry for me doll.” He reached into his cloak, your breathing picked up as you began to panic if he was pulling a knife. Instead out came zip ties and yours eyes bulged.
“What are those for?” You asked, voice as quiet as a mouse.
“Lets find out.” He cocked his head to the side, striding over to you. You fought back a little, struggling as he gripped ahold of you and used his body weight to hold you down on the desk. He wrapped it around your wrists and pulled tight to the point the plastic dug into your skin painfully.
“Please, you don’t have to do that.” You whimpered, his body pulled back and holding your knees spread in a firm grip.
“Have to? Doll, I want to.” His cock was sitting just against you, he looked down and pushed the lacy garment to the side. Holding himself in his other hand and lining up against you, running his tip up and down through your folds. He liked seeing your reaction, head dropping back as you waited to be filled. Waiting for him to stop this torture. He waited for the right moment, the moment to take you by surprise. And he slammed himself in without warning.
You loudly gasped as the feeling, body jolting with and pressed against him as he began fucking you relentlessly. Hearing you yell out curses over and over again as he pounded into you, finding all your secret spots and working them against you. You came over and over again, your number almost at double digits when he pulled out. Admiring how his cocked dripped with your juices onto the floor. Knowing someone would have to clean up your mess.
“Sit down on me doll.” He took a seat in the leather chair behind the desk, legs spread and thighs calling your name in every language it seemed as he patted them. His gloves hitting his jeans and making a loud smacking noise that echoed through the room. You did as he asked, walking towards him with your hands still suck behind your back. He turned you around, guiding you to sit down on him. When he was all the way in, he grabbed the backs of your knees. Pulling them over the arm rests of the chair before he began thrusting again.
The new position hitting all kinds of spots that made your toes curl and knuckles turn white. One hand came up the back of you, grabbing ahold of the back of your neck and pulling your ear towards his face.
“Is this what you fucking like? Being fucked senseless until you’re cunt can’t take anymore? I’ll make sure you don’t walk for weeks after I’m done with you.” You gripped him hard at the filthy words, he moaned loudly at the feeling.
“Like it when I tell you what a fucking whore you are huh? Want me to fuck this pussy of yours until it’s dripping with my cum. My mark.” You continued pulsating and gripping him, his thrusts keeping slower but harder as he relished in it.
“I want you to cum with me doll, I wanna feel you squeezing me while I full you up. Fill you up with so much cum your body won’t know what to do with it. Mmm, fuck—“ his hips continued to plow hard and sloppy now as he got closer to his own high, your orgasm coming in quicker than you imagined. He groaned deeply through his chest, the vibrations against you causing you to call out more filthy words as you worked through your finish. His cock was stuck inside you, a faint heartbeat from the base thudding against your walls.
“Let’s do this again doll. Next time, I want you wearing nothing under that little skirt of yours.” You felt yourself tense at his words, almost excited for it to happen again. He cut your hands free with a knife you guessed was hidden. He made quick work of stuffing himself away and leaving without another word to you. You could feel his warm thickness oozing out of you now, running down your leg. You opened the drawers to the desk, shuffling around to find some tissues to clean yourself up with.
You looked down at your wrists, sore and red and aching at being held together with cable ties. You fixed yourself up and left, heading home to give yourself a much needed shower to wash away this whole thing from your mind.
After you were cleaned up and tucked away in bed your phone buzzed and you didn’t need to be Sherlock to know who it was.
summary; you’re at a haunted house and have a bad experience with these annoying scare actors 🙄
warnings: blood and gore, smut, p in v, non con, rough sex, no protection, fondling, fingering, creampie, penetration, mean ghostie, size kink, intended dacryphillia
meant so you can imagine any male ghostface :)
nsfw content below !!
this time of the year was always gloomy and dark, the forest air foggy and limiting the man’s view. his mask didn’t allow him much access anyways, but all these branches hitting him in the face as he ran wasn’t the best either.
he could hear the girls loud crying from in front of him, her wheezing and low coughing. he had to hand it to her, she was managing to still run away from him with stab wounds and several scratches. some of his victims gave up immediately the second they saw his shrieked expression, but no, not this girl. he was slightly amused by it, but also annoyed.
this dumb blonde had somehow managed to drag him all the way into this forest, dirtying his robe. he swore, he could feel the splinters pricking at his skin. her screaming for help didn’t help his annoyance either.
in the distance he caught a glance of a large amusement park, the trees slowly moving out of the way and showing the night sky more clearly. the wind blew, the loud music becoming more and more clear. the girl noticed as well and started to run towards the open gate. he tsk’d under his breath, stopping for a moment to catch his breath, before continuing his sprint. he tucks his knife into his robe and looks at where the girl is headed.
straight towards a haunted house. a tall, black house with gothic exterior and cobwebs decorating the windows. he could see the led lights from the front, the large sign with all the information written down on it.
anger washed over him as the girl ran into the house through the back door, leaving her bloody trail behind her. why was his job so hard? this girl should of dropped dead minutes ago. adrenaline was a silly thing.
at the front of the haunted house, you stood gazing at the sign with an unsure expression. you had come here with friends a few hours back, all dressed up in cute little halloween outfits in celebration of the spooky holiday. but not even a hour in everyone split up and left you all alone. what a shitty friend group.
to your left you caught a glimpse of a figure running into the back of the haunted house. you frowned and took a peek, watching as a dark robe followed in after her in a hurried manner. weird.
anyways, the sign said admission fee was seven dollars. wasn’t too bad, you guessed. you hesitantly handed the employee a ten dollar bill and waltzed in.
the inside was dark with a fog machine taking up the hallways, giving it an eerie aura. the lace curtains, the dark furniture, the tall paintings of people you had never seen before— this seemed like an actual house more then a haunted one. it was all part of the gig, right?
you wandered into the kitchen, only to get jumpscared by a scare actor that was almost twice your size. he was dressed as a beast, hiding in the corner. with a scream, he pounced at you and caused you to stumble back and drop your soda all over your top. gasping for air, you looked up at him with a pissed off expression, fingers trembling.
the man stared at you for a few seconds with an unsure look, before shrugging and shuffling into the darkness once again, looking for another unsuspecting victim to scare.
“great, just great.” you mutter bitterly to yourself. you sigh tiredly and throw your empty bottle into the garbage, patting some droplets off your top.
you were dorothy for halloween, matching with the rest of your friend group. you were all fairy tale characters. …a more slutty version of them, that is. you had on a blue plaid dress that stopped at your mid thigh, red flats, with your hair styled with cute bows keeping it in messy pigtails.
your pretty blue dress was now covered in soda though, so that wasn’t the greatest. you took another minute to look around the kitchen, flinching at a spider that you realized was fake after a minute, almost slipping on some cobwebs, before shrieking when another scare actor dressed as a bloody bride came out of nowhere.
today was not your day, not in the slightest.
"AAAAH!" a sudden scream from the hallway catches your attention. you shriek and turn quickly, blinking for a moment before shuffling forward and creeping into the door that leads to the hallway. there's a blood trail on the floor that leads to the staircase. that must mean the haunted house wants you to follow it, right? is this one of those haunted houses that has a specific pathway so you can experience every part? probably.
"mmmm, okay." you say to yourself, shrugging and following it up the stairs. it's slippery. you cringe and reluctantly look around the upstairs. scary music plays obnoxiously loud in the background, the lights flickering to give a mysterious feeling and a creepy edge. it's working. working too well.
a door slams to your left and you flinch, looking in that direction immediately. you see the same black robe flash in the distance, the same robe you've seen already. what a committed scare actor. was he targeting you? or were you just witnessing him scaring his other victims?
"SOMEONE! HELP ME!" a girly shriek resonates from said room. you blink dumbly for a moment, looking at the other doors that have cobwebs and poorly drawn blood platters on them, some doors having signs on them. one sign said “danger ahead!” and another said “beware of ghosts!”.
after a moment of thinking you slowly walked down the hallway into the dark room, looking around in surprise. it was a media room that was completely wrecked. the couch had its fabric ripped with stab marks all over it, blood marks, and some stuffing spilling out of it. the table was thrown onto its side with the glass vase shattered.
at the end of a room was a large door with decor hanging off it. you stepped forward and opened it slowly, blinking in surprise as you were immediately met with a reflection of yourself. your lips parted in awe as you realized it was a mirror maze. what creeped you out was the bloody hand marks on the mirrors. this haunted house was very realistic. you didn’t like it.
you walked forward, only to immediately head butt into a mirror. you blinked rapidly in shock and looked around, patting your surroundings and trying to find the pathway to the exit. another long minute passes as you pat the wall, letting it lead you deeper and deeper into the maze.
someway through your little adventure someone suddenly rams into you, making you shriek and give the mirror in front of you another headbutt. she gasps and curls into you, tugging at your clothing and crying out annoyingly loud.
"okay buddy, i don't think scare actors are supposed to get physical-" you grumble, swatting at her clammy hands. she cries and cries, blood all over her clothing and her face covered in tears.
"please! please! h-he's chasing me a-and i-i"m so s-scared and i don't want to d-die—" her voice cracks a dozen times as she sobs into your chest, pulling you closer and closer until you both are pressed together like lovers. you squirm in discomfort, not liking how personal she was getting. you were pretty sure scare actors weren't supposed to cross boundaries like this.
"okay, please get off me." you hiss sharply, gently pushing her away. she sobs more and shakes her head, silently begging you to listen to her. she can barely utter out any words, limping in pain with several stab wounds under her clothing.
she pales as she looks behind you. you turn hesitantly, not wanting to turn your back to this crazy lady. you see the reflection of a shrieked mask, making you flinch and hug the girl in your arms.
“okay, uhm, you guys are very good at your job—“ you chuckle nervously, hugging the girl tightly. she was shorter then you, her head tucked into your chest. she was trembling so much. you frowned.
“are you.. okay?” you asked hesitantly.
“he STABBED me!” she shrieks, aggressively tugging at your hands and showing you her stomach. right there laid a gigantic bloody wound, blood dripping down onto her skirt. your face paled even more and you stood there like an idiot, face to face with this girl who had a gigantic stab mark.
“o-okay— okay— let’s get, let’s get out of here? okay? you’re safe with me,” you shush her gently, helping her walk as you hurriedly pull her alongside you. you lead her to the entrance of the maze, backtracking your pathway. you mostly just followed the bloody hand marks from earlier, though.
the next few minutes is a blur. you’re helping her down the stairs, she’s crying and hyperventilating, you’re freaking out because the blood is looking too real and the creepy music in the background isn’t helping. your heart is pounding and you don’t know what to do.
as you help her down the stairs, she grasps onto your shirt with a terrified look, tugging you. “h-he’s following us!” she screeches. you blink at her for a moment, frowning in fear and not looking where you’re stepping. you open your mouth to respond to her, only to step on air. you send the both of you stumbling down, a scream leaving her as the hard wood digs into her wounds.
you gasp sharply, squinting your eyes to clear your blurry vision. you turn to your side to check on the terrified blonde, only to gape in shock at the sight of her limp on the floor. her eyes are lazily fluttering open and shut, the blood from her gut spilling out. the impact had made her wound deeper and probably set her on the waiting list for the afterlife. and it was all your fault.
“h-hey— hey- hey—“ you choke out, getting up and hurrying to her, patting her face and trying to get her to respond. your hands are full of blood as you inhale deeply, your heart about to jump out of your chest. she looks up at you with all the strength she has, lips moving weakly.
"b..behind you." she whispers.
your heart stops. you blink down at her pale face and slowly peek over your shoulder. down the hall is a tall man in a robe, a white glowing mask on his head. the fog surrounds him as he tilts his head at you, silently watching. you couldn’t see his eyes but goosebumps immediately spread all over your body, making you squirm in discomfort. he didn’t look like a scare actor. no, he looked like the black blur you’ve been seeing all day.
his hunting knife was covered in blood, and that was all you needed to know before you broke out into a sprint in the opposite direction of him. the hallways were closing in on you as you rushed down towards the back door, the screams of the girl echoing throughout the house. you could hear the knife slashing at her, making your eyes water in fear.
you didn’t want to die. no, you were too young! too pretty, too kind, too— you hadn’t even graduated yet. you still wanted to earn your bachelor's, go out on more dates, and get more friends. but no, you couldn’t anymore, because you were about to get butchered by some psycho in a halloween costume.
your sweaty hands pulled and tugged at the door handle, blinking away the tears. you sniffled, your heart somehow dropping further down into your stomach as the door didn’t budge.
“awww, no no sweetie, you’re stuck in here with me. they already shut down the entire park.” you hear his menacing voice coo from behind you. it was dark and deep, a mockingly soothing tone. maybe it would of lulled you to sleep in any other situation. it sends shivers down your spine and a hiccup leaves your throat.
“who are you? why are you doing this?” you mumble hesitantly, your voice small in the gigantic house. he tsk’s at you, waving his knife in a wagging motion at you.
“no, you don’t get to ask questions, sweetheart. you’re a dumb little bitch who got involved in things that didn’t concern her.” he growls darkly, stepping closer and closer. you back to your left and rush behind the couch, shaking. he laughs at your pathetic attempt at getting something in between you two.
“why would you kill her?! is this some sick prank?!” you snap, some tears streaming down your face as he simply shrugs. shrugs.
“what the fuck.” you whisper at him, the sight of her blood all over him making you sick to your stomach. as if you could drop to your knees and vomit. you might, actually.
before you can react, he jumps over the couch and grabs you. you scream as he shoves you face first into the couch, quickly straddling your body. you thrash underneath him, sobbing and shaking your head, letting out incoherent mess of please don’t kill me and i’ll do anything. he’s slightly annoyed by how loud you are. should be cut your vocal records so you don’t gain attention? but then again, no one is near by. no one to hear your pretty screams except him.
his heavy knife glides alongside your spine, his hand only applying light pressure. you hear the sound of your dress getting ripped and more tears slip, your lips quivering as you squeeze your eyes shut. you shiver as the cold air brushes against your back, the back of your bra being revealed to him. what a day to wear your favorite set, right?
“look at you, dressed like a god damn slut. you wanted this, didn’t you?” he hissed, hooking one of his fingers underneath the clasp and snapping it against your skin. he chuckled lightly at your girly squeak. your hands squirm some more and he huffs in annoyance, grabbing them and shoving them above your head.
“keep them right there, got it? you move them and i’ll cut your wrists open, stupid girl.” he bonks the back of your head hard. you yelp and nod, shaking as you hold your hands together tightly above your head just as he asked. more soft cries leave you as he pulls the back of your dress further apart, goosebumps all over your porcelain skin.
“why are you doing this?” you force the words out of your throat, leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. it might be blood.
“because i can.” he hums simply, running his fingers down your spine. his hands unclasp your bra and slip it off your body, and you squirm as your nipples press against the scratchy fabric of your dress. you quietly mewl into the couch.
“you don’t need to do this. i-i have money— not much, but i have some,” you beg desperately, trembling as his large body presses you more into the cushion. you felt like you were getting suffocated. you were so overwhelmed and scared, covered in blood and getting stripped down by the reason.
“you think i need your money?” he scoffs, shoving his hands uder your chest and groping your breasts. you squeal hard as he meanly fondles and squeezes them, his large hands covering a lot. his fingers pinch your nipples, causing you to whine loudly into the couch. you can’t help that they harden right away, your body becoming more sensitive to his touch. moans start to slip from your throat as you feel his knee lodge itself between your thighs.
he roughly grinds his jeans fabric against your panties, your skirt lifted and showing the lewd sight of the thin fabric sticking to your messy cunt. the denim material of his jeans is rough and hard, applying a good enough amount of friction to lubricate you further.
little moans leave you involuntarily, trying your best to muffle them by biting down on your bottom lip. your thighs squirm and attempt to close, but it only ends up trapping the man’s knee against your pussy. more rubbing has you crying and moaning, subtly grinding your pussy back onto him. he, of course, notices and swats the back of your head again, your moans stuttering.
“look at you, getting off on this shit.” he whispers into your ear, leaning down so his chest is against your back, his mask is pressing against your head. his hands don’t stop their assault on your breasts, marking them up with hard pinches and twisting your nipples until you're begging him to let go. “i didn’t expect you to be such a down bad slut.” he sneers.
“s-shut up..” you sniffle, your voice muffled and your body covered entirely by his robe. if someone walked in they’d see a small girl getting completely smothered by some dude in a halloween costume. this couldn’t be any more embarrassing.
"s-shut up." he mocks in a high-pitched voice, giving an extra harsh twist to your nipple. he gets harder at the sound of your pained cry. he smiles creepily under the mask as he presses his large hand to your panties, rubbing your clit through the thin soaked material. your body squirms at the feeling of having your sensitive core played with, rubbing your wet face against the cushion in a weak attempt to wipe your tears.
"dont touch me— no, not there- stop!" you gasp desperately, whimpering into the cold air as he keeps rubbing your clit and touching you right where it feels so good. the savory sensation had your lips parting subconsciously and your thighs inching away from each other. you're ashamed of the way you're enjoying this, how you're begging in your head for him to slide his fingers nice and deep.
"i can feel how wet you are, damn. you must really want me to ruin this little cunt of yours, huh? gonna beg?" he sniggered, sliding his fingers underneath and letting the small brush of his middle and ring finger against your hole be all you feel. his eyes are burning through the back of your head, inhaling each movement and sound you make, analyzing your reactions and how you take his touch.
"m'not gonna beg. i'll gonna beg for you to get your dirty ass hands off me—" you're interrupted by him sliding his two fingers deep inside you, immediately curling them painfully into your g-spot. the pleasure takes you so off guard you let out a pathetic mewl, bucking your hips in surprise. his free hand comes down on your waist, holding you down into the couch as he fingers your pussy open roughly.
"what was that?" he hums, pushing them impossibly deeper, scraping the rough fabric of his gloves against your walls and making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" he said in a sick tone. he was having so much fun, it's not everyday he gets to fuck his victims. most of the time they're too annoying and he finds himself hating their guts personally after hearing the colorful words they call him.
more little moans leave you as he makes scissoring motions, his grip on your waist bruising and making you hiss softly in pain. his fingers are large and taking up all the space inside you, making you feel so full and satisfied. it felt so good, so good that you were sick to your stomach at how much you were enjoying it. you could feel her blood coating your skin, making you gag softly on your moans as he kept going.
soon enough, you bite back your loud moan as your body cums all over his fingers, coating his gloves in your essence. he rubs the sticky fluid between his fingers with a chuckle of amusement, watching as the blood and cum mix together.
“you’re a filthy slut, you know that? ive killed soooo many people,” he starts, humming softly as he pushes the bottom of his robe aside to unbutton his flip, revealing his dark boxers. the large bulge is visible as you peer over your shoulder with a heavy breath.
“separated families,” he continues, talking in an innocent voice as his hands grasp at his cock. his top springs against his lower abdomen, nice and big with a thick base. you gulp nervously. “ruined lives—“ he coo’s sickeningly sweet.
“and now i’m gonna ruin yours.” he grabs your hips, position his tip against your hole. he gives you barely a second to process his words before he slams himself deep inside you, causing you to shriek and press your face down into the couch.
“a-ah~ s-stop.. wrong..” you blabber cluelessly, your brain all soapy and spilling out of your ears. your body felt weak and limp, giving into his touch as he gave a few shallow thrusts, your moans giving him more encouragement.
“wrong?” he mocks, one hand grabbing your hair roughly to pull at it. you shriek at the harsh tug, your head forced back as he starts to rock his hips at a mean pace. “for someone who hates this, you’re awfully wet and compliant.”
you feel his hard denim slap against your butt each time he sends a punishing thrust into your pussy, more moans streaming out of you. your eyes are fluttering shut as he batters your insides, mouth agape with drool forming at the edge. the sight was slutty— a young girl with her dress all ripped up and her skirt lifted getting fucked by halloween enthusiast.
“feels so good,” you hiccup, sniffling your fat tears as your doe eyes tried their best to stay open, squinting through the tears. your breasts bounce and sway, bubble butt jiggling at his thrusting. he wasn’t letting back on you, not at all.
“you want me to make you cum, sweetheart? hmmm? you want these hands that’s stabbed dozens of people to rub that tiny clit of yours?”
“please.” you say in such a pathetic tone that he can’t help but obey, his hand on your hair letting go to reach under you and gently tap your clit, his pace not stopping for a split second.
“this right here?” he pinches. you whimper and nod, shaking. he snickers and rubs figure eights into your bud, the immediate reaction of your body tightening up on him making him hiss sharply.
“jesus fuckin’ christ, girl. tight ass pussy, huh?” he gives your butt a hard smack. you whine at the impact, cock drunk and not processing a single thing anymore. he focuses on making you climax and grabs your hip tightly, holding you still as he starts shoving his cock as deep as it can go.
your noises grow more high pitched, letting him know he was on the right path. he can feel himself grow harder and more stiff, about to be pushed over the edge. incoherent curses and grunts leave him as he tenses up behind you, still rubbing your clit hard as his cock explodes inside you. his cum paints your walls white, groaning as he fucks you harder.
he feels you clamp down and release as well, a loud sigh leaving you as your body goes limp, your ass being held up by him being the only thing not flat against the couch. the second he lets go of your hips, it drops onto the couch. you groan weakly, cum all over your thighs and dripping down onto the couch.
he stares at your ruined form a few seconds, debating on wether he should stab you now and make a run for it. but then he remembers his dna is currently painting your insides and he sighs. he wipes some of the cum off your leg and fingers it back into you, your caught off guard squeal giving him some motivation to keep you alive.
“shut it.” he jabs the last of the cum into you before parting, patting your butt and smoothing your skirt back down. he glances at your purse that was hanging off the side of the couch, thrown off you at some point, and grabs it. he finds your wallet inside and peeks at your id, blinking at your name. he makes sure you’re not looking(you’re too busy being half conscious face down) and takes a quick photo of your address and number as well as your pretty body under him.
pulling away, he makes sure to tell you one last thing. he roughly grabs your hair and yanks it back, awakening you immediately from your daydreams. you shriek and blink terrified at his bloody mask, eyes blinking widely in shock.
“tell anyone about this and i’ll kill your entire family and force you to watch.” he then proceeds to list your entire name and address, making you gape at him like a dumb puppy, clueless on how he had this information.
“y-yes- yes!” you nod, sniffling with your watery eyes. he gives a condescending pat on the cheek before disappearing down the hall as if this never happened. you lay there on the couch confused before hesitantly getting up and shivering as cold air brushes against the back of your ripped dress.
“uhmmmm….. hello..?” you call out awkwardly to the hall. you peek and see him standing over the blondes dead body, about to grab her by her ankles to assumingely drag out the back door. he stops to stare at you wordlessly.
you frown and motion to your ripped dress. his reaction takes a few seconds to happen but he eventually grabs the hoodie off the dead girl and throws it at you aggressively. you jump and catch it, cringing at the blood and stench. you fucked a murderer and now you have to deal with the consequences.
“thanks.” you choke out before running out the back door. he rolls his eyes at you before continuing to drag the dead body out.
it had been a few days since the incident. he had been haunting your thoughts, making you wonder what the hell was wrong with you to let yourself get fucked by a serial killer.
you had decided to search him up and attempt to find out who he was. all you found out was that there were killings in the near by towns that all linked the one name— ghostface.
you sat on your couch with your feet up on your. coffee table, laptop open on your lap with a dozen tabs open. each tab was a different articles about him, some about his killings, other about the mysterious surrounding his identity. no one had a real idea on who he was or what his motive was— only that he was a force to be reckoned with.
your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar name being said on the tv. you look up and your heart drops as you see her blonde hair and bright blue eyes stare at you from across the room. there she was— on the tv, smiling innocently. her full name was below the photo of her sitting with her friends and her age.
rebecca garcia
age 19
found dead behind halloween horror nights amusement park, her body cut up and put in several bags. she was stabbed repeatedly in the stomach before eventually dying by the hands of the local serial killer, ghostface.
your stomach turned inside out as you maintained eye contact with the photo of the happy girl. the news reporter shared how the town would be on high alert the next few weeks, alerting us of keeping our doors locked and keeping your eyes out for any suspicious behavior. the report ended with a god bless apology to families.
the silence that followed after was deafening, your heartbeat being the only thing you could hear. your palms felt too clammy and the couch was too rough, your clothes pricking at your skin and your eyes welling up with tears. everything felt too real and too close.
the sound of your phone ringing broke the silence, making you flinch. you peered over, blinking through the tears as your shaky fingers picked up your phone and brought it to your eyes.
you frowned in confusion at the unknown number, sighing gently before picking it up and bringing it to your ear. before you could open your mouth, the voice of your nightmares spoke.
