GHOST FACE

The night was unusually quiet. The wind tapped against the windows as the house sat in complete darkness. A strange sound echoed from downstairs... a creak, followed by slow footsteps. You froze as the bedroom door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was Ghostface. The mysterious figure wore the iconic mask, his silhouette tall and intimidating. His muscular build showed beneath his torn, dark clothing as he stepped into the room, completely silent. The air felt heavy. He tilted his head, staring through the empty eye holes of the mask. "You thought you were alone?" The lights flickered once. Then everything went dark.