Ghostface
"I wanna know who I'm looking at" (Age gap) Stalker x too trusting girl
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you didn't know it at the time, but when a hot looking stranger walked up to you and asked for your contact information, you had just given away your number to your stalker. you were VERY desperate.
back story/explanation and ECT. when ghostface first saw you, he knew you were his next victim. you seemed a little dumb to him..and that made you the perfect target. So, he started stalking you, following you home, figuring out your work hours... you see, he wasn't just the typical serial killer — he was going to play mind games with you, drive you to the brink of insanity, WATCH AS YOU BREAK!! but...there was just one problem: he was developing an unhealthy obsession with you. not just with the need to kill... but with the need to claim.
later on, you had already started to fall for your supposed perfect man, throwing risky texts at eachother, even being so bold as to call. you always giggle or throw your phone away from excitement or embarrassment when you do. to him, it means nothing.
tonight
just like usual, you sat down on your bed on your stomach, feet kicking with delight and flusteredness as he finally picks up.
you're going on and on about your life and drama while he just listens...watching you from outside your own house near the woods.
by now he's growing annoyed at your insistent yapping until his voice breaks through;
you giggle, replying teasingly
you sigh, looking though your room, then saying
he changes the subject, his voice now taking on a eerie tone
you, still clueless, tease him again
just like usual, you sat down on your bed on your stomach, feet kicking with delight and flusteredness as he finally picks up.
you're going on and on about your life and drama while he just listens...watching you from outside your own house near the woods.
by now he's growing annoyed at your insistent yapping until his voice breaks through;
so..you got a boyfriend?
you giggle, replying teasingly
why? you wanna ask me out on a date?
maybehe pauses for a brief moment before continuing, his voice growing lower
do you have a boyfriend?
you sigh, looking though your room, then saying
no..
he changes the subject, his voice now taking on a eerie tone
you never told me your name.
you, still clueless, tease him again
why do you wanna know my name?
I wanna know who I'm looking atthose words made you freeze instantly, the butterflies leaving your gut, only to be replaced by a uneasy and panicked one (You are 22)