#ghostface angst

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. 

⇰ See you soon, doll 

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It had been days since any kind of attack or sign of ghostface. You almost believed he had disappeared, but it was still in the back of your mind. You never responded to his messages that he sent, and he never came to see you. Not that you really wanted him too. 

He was psycho. But there was something about his voice and not knowing who was behind that mask that just made your stomach flip the right way round. 

You had multiple missed phone calls from a private or blocked number. You had the upper hand for once.

➤ you can’t ignore me ➤ i’m not going to stop  ➤ you can try to shut me out, but i’ll find a way to get back in ➤ and when I do, i’m going to bury myself in that sweet pussy

His texts turned you on the more he sent them. All laced with dirty things you tried not to enjoy. 

Clearly you needed to give him something to make him chase you harder. Your parents would start to get suspicious of the large water bills coming through, and the last thing you wanted to give up was your shower head time every night. You felt possessed almost, turning yourself on as you dreamt of him climbing through your window of the night, holding a knife to your throat as he fucked you in ways you haven’t experienced before. 

Your legs began to rub to get friction, you needed to stop putting these thoughts in your head. He was a serial killer. The last thing you needed was to be fucking the town’s killer who had threatened your life countless times as well. 

When you finished school you went over to your friend’s house to get ready for a party that was happening over the weekend. All day you had multiple messages from him. Nothing new, that was until. 

🟪 Gfce23 sent you a snap 

The purple box told you everything you needed to know. It was video, with audio. You excused yourself from her room, heading into the bathroom. Opening the video it was once again his cock in his gloved hand, his body more in view this time for you to get a better look. Eyeing over his pale skin. 

“Ughnf—this is all for you.” Your clit throbbed at the sudden moaning that came from your phone. Walls tightening at his words. ‘This is all for you’. You licked your lips at the sight of the red tipped cock on your screen that thrusted into his leather glove. 

“F-f-fuck y/n.” Hearing him say your name mixed with a whimper as he pumped himself, stomach flexing every time he gasped and his movements picked up just a little more. You found yourself with your fingers dancing between your legs again, toying with yourself. The video ended there. No big finish for you. Your flustered state calmed down when you returned to reality and remembered where you were. 

“Jesus, fuck!” You hissed, running fingers through your hair as you tried to finish getting ready. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help lusting after him. Evening came finally and it was time to get drunk and enjoy your weekend. No school, no studying, no homework. Just alcohol and boys. Walking into the house it was already crazy, everyone dancing and rubbing themselves up against each other. 

A few mindless games of spin the bottle, truth or dare, and many more kids games. You found the keg, pouring yourself a drink before feeling a tap on your shoulder. It was the same guy whose been chasing after you since the first grade. 

“Hey y/n, long time no see. Feel like we never talk anymore babe.” You cringed at the pet name he gave you. You liked princess better anyway. 

“That’s because we aren’t even friends, I don’t talk to people who aren’t my friends.” You snipped back, walking away from the over-confident jock that didn’t want to take no for an answer it seemed. You swung your head back and downed the drink in the red solo cup. 

“Look, y/n. Just give me one chance and if you aren’t into it then I’ll leave you alone.” He chased you. But not in a ‘I’m gonna kill you’ way that you for some reason missed. You felt bad that you never did give him the time of day, and the alcohol was already going to your head. So what was one dance? You allowed him to grab your hand and take you to where everyone else was dancing, rolling your hips against him and allowing yourself to just relax. 

It was hard too when you were so sexually frustrated, after what felt like forever of dancing you found your friend. Letting her know you were leaving and going home, she was too busy dancing with a group of guys to care. You thought about walking home but chose to Uber instead. 

It was just up the road but in your tipsy state, in a short skirt and with a killer on the loose? What could go wrong? 

Your parents were once again gone for the night, using the time away to connect and get their marriage back on track. You didn’t turn on the lights, leaving the house dark and making your way upstairs to your room. Opening the door you didn’t know what you were expecting, but seeing it dark and just as you left it was disappointing. You walked over to your vanity, turning on the lamp and eyes looking into the reflective surface. 

Your eyes shot open and you sobered up at the sight of a white mask and dark cloak leaning against your clothing dresser. Your heart began to race and you stood up, turning around to face the masked figure who had been on your mind day and night. 

“Surprise princess.” His familiar voice had you buckling at the knees. You wanted to drop to them and suck the one thing he had been teasing you with the last few times you spoke. 

“Get on the bed. Now.” A sharp piercing feeling was against your leg, looking down you saw the knife he held in his hand against the flesh of your exposed thigh. Hard enough to indent your skin but not to actually pierce you. 

You nodded as you walked backwards, sitting on the soft surface and using your elbows to keep you elevated. Eyes looking into the dark black mesh that hid your mystery killer’s eyes. 

“Don’t think I didn’t see you dancing tonight princess. Open your legs.” You did as you were told and audibly gulped. You never saw ghost face at the party, you wondered where he could have been for him to be able to watch you in such a crowded house. Your thigh was met with a cold, metal against it. His knife slowly dragging up from your knee all the way to the crease where your pubic region met your leg. 

He looked down between your legs, eyeing off the cute short skirt and red panties you had on. The same ones he loved seeing you in when you first tried them on. He let out a low groan before swiftly flicking his wrist so his knife teared at the delicate lace. 

$60, down the drain. But you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him against you, touching, rubbing, sucking. Your breath hitched as he lowered himself, the mattress dipping on each side of you as he positioned himself between your legs and removed the lacy garment blocking his view. He tilted his head to the side, muttering a ‘fuck’ as he saw your creamy hole gaping. How he wanted to fill it. His leather covered fingers reached out and began to rub at your wet folds, moving the creamy arousal over your clit and labia. Teasing your core with soft, slow touched. You gasped as he dipped a finger into your cunt, a thick ring of cream engulfing his finger as he entered you. 

He began pumping, curling his finger each time to graze against your sensitive walls. You began letting out soft mewls at the sensations in the pit of your stomach. A sensation you had only been able to get from a shower head and your own touch. Without warning, he added another two fingers, thrusting harder and quicker now and watching your hips bucking to meet his every movement. 

“Look at you, this pink pussy is aching to be touched. I’ve barely started and you’re almost unravelling under my fingers. How many can you take before I have you begging for more?” He hissed as he added his thumb to your clit, watching you let out a squealed whimper and jerk your body under his touch. He chuckled darkly at your reactions, watching your fingers grab at the blanket comforter underneath you.

Your orgasm was building quickly and you wanted to let go. But ghostface, had other plans for you. Before you could even mutter a ‘I’m gonna cum’ he removed himself completely. Hearing you almost cry from pain at the loss of pleasure. 

“Oh no, you don’t get to cum yet princess.” You let out a whine at his words, squirming under his arms. He grabbed your wrists, pinning you to the bed and grinding his cock against your core. It was hard and only made you beg for more. 

“I want to hear you say you would’ve been honoured to have been killed by me. That it makes you wet and turned on that I could kill you right here, right now. And no one could stop me.” Excitement mixed with panic filled your stomach as you thought about how he would react if you didn’t say it. 

“It turns me on, that I’m so helpless and weak, that you could kill me right now and no one would help me…or stop you.” You had to admit to yourself sheepishly, that it was erotic. 

“Such a pretty princess, with a pretty pussy. And a pretty mouth. I think we should see how good it feels.” He pulled you to the floor with a loud thud, your wrists hurting from being held in place for so long. He undid the black cloak, the velcro ripping and revealing black jeans. His member pushing against the rough material just dying to get out. 

You decided to unbutton his jeans and pull his dick out. It was just as you remembered, pink, swollen and veiny. His tip ached to be touched, a drip of precum oozing out his slit and and running towards the edge of his head. Your eyes met his mask, his hand came to your head and pushed his member past your lip and into the warm embrace of your mouth. 

He moaned loudly for the first time, and it made you ache all over again. He thrusted his hips, fucking your throat feverishly and throwing his head back in pleasure. Muttering all kinds of vulgar words under his breath at the sensation he had been chasing since the first time he saw you. You gagged and coughed at the sharpness and uncomfortable feeling of him hitting the back of your throat. 

Spittle running down the corners of your lips and chin as he relentlessly unleashed his strength onto you. 

“Fucking take it princess, don’t forget how many people had to die for me to feel your pretty lips around my cock. Take it all. Fucking cock-slut.” His degrading words only sparked you to work his member harder, bobbing your heads in rhythm with him now and swirling your tongue around your mouth in no rhythm at all. He didn’t chase his orgasm, your pussy was his endgame. 

“On the bed and get on your hands and knees.” He growled, annoyed at himself for not reaching his own high. 

“What should I call you?” You asked innocently, big eyes batting at him as you stood to your feet and moved back onto the soft, plush mattress. 

“Call me your master.” You moved onto your hands and knees, feels his gloved hands curl around your ankles and pull your legs further apart, in response you also arched your back even more.