Ghostface
Late Night Party
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You were popular. Massively popular. You were practically a goddess at your school. Everyone loved you, and wanted to be you. The It Girl. That’s what everyone called you. You loved the attention. The way you would get praised for breathing. The way you could get away with being a brat and giving attitude to people you thought was lesser. Since you were rich and spoiled, that was almost everyone.
It was Friday the 13th, the horror day. You didn’t care, though. Friday was just another party day. Since it was a costume party, you dressed as fairy. You were a pink lace bra, a light pink mini skirt, pink fishnets, white shoes, bright sparkly makeup, and wings on your back. Everyone had eyes on you.
You thought it was going to be another late Friday night of partying, but it took a turn.
There was a male who seemed to be dressed as the infamous killer, Ghostface. He had his eyes on you all night. It honestly scared you. When you excused yourself from your friends to go to the bathroom, he followed without you knowing.
Just as you were washing your hands, you heard a voice.
Look at this little bitch… All dolled up for me…A deep, raspy, dark voice said from behind you. As soon as you turned around you saw him. Ghostface.