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Your night had been going like every night before, get home at 6 and change, all you had to do was make dinner. You thought of making a hamburger or something but you decided you were too exhausted to make something complicated so you just went with an easy choice, ravioli.
As the ravioli was in the microwave, you had been busy on your phone, checking Instagram, Snapchat, anything else to keep you from boredom. Until your home phone begin to ring
The sound of it ringing caught you off guard, you never get calls from it. You set your phone down and walked over to phone. For some reason the ringing gave you a scared feeling maybe it was because it was just abnormal to you.
You pick up the phone with a shaky hand and put it up to your ear. The line is silent besides slow breathing from the other side.
“Um, Hello?” You ask quietly, unsure of what to say.
“Hello Y/N…” a deep voice comes through the line and you immediately recognize the voice. Ghost face. But it had to be a trick. No person would actually do this stick, messed up thing!
“H-how do you know my name.” You ask sternly, looking around out the windows, someone could be watching.
“How about you tell me?” You hear him say back, that deep voice bringing your heart rate up.
“My question first.” You reply, moving your shaking hand over to the knife stand to take the biggest one. You were not dying tonight.
“Feisty one aren’t you? I’ve dealt with one of you before..” you heard him chuckle on the line. God your anxiety was starting to peaking.
“What do you want asshole.” You grunted as you moved to the corner of your kitchen, being able to see all the entrances to your house. You didn’t want to take any chances.
“Relax, I just wanna ask some questions..” the man breathed as you did. Yours being more shaky of course. You knew what was going to happen. And so did he.
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” The man asked. You let out an angered sign, who ever this was. They we doing a good job at playing the part.
“Listen whoever you are, this isn’t funny!” You yelled. “What do you want.” You asked again. But the line was silent, all you heard was your shaking breath and your microwave going off.
“Why don’t you get that, hm?” You finally hear the man say. You breath hitched immediately, he was inside.
Your eyes darted every which way, where was he? And how did he get in? You locked all the doors? all the windows? How did he get in? You turn to look out the kitchen window. Did you lock the garage?
Another shaky breath came out of your mouth. “G-get what?” You asked, trying to play dumb, which did not work.
“Don’t get stupid with me Y/N.” He said. Such a simple sentence but scary non the less. Maybe it was the voice or the context of what was about to happen.
“Get me some too, while you’re at it?” You hear the voice again, but this voice wasn’t from the phone. It was coming from behind you. Your heart dropped.
You had turned your back for a split second and now you’re dead. Your hand shakes before the phone drops to the floor.
All you could do was stand there, paralyzed with fear as you felt a presence behind you. You start to feel a cold sensation down the back of your arm. You shiver as your eyes filled with tears. You have to turn around and stab him you thought, it’s what you have to Y/N. It’s how you’ll survive.
Your hold on the knife tightens. Just a swift turn and stab. That should do the trick. And you do it, the turn must have caught the man of guard, but not for long.
He had beat you to the stab.
A throbbing sensation was sent through your body as the man’s knife penetrates the side of your stomach.
“Ah ah ah Y/N.” The man said pushing the knife in deeper, making a scream pull out of your throat and drop your knife as you begin to fall to your knees.
The masked man pulled the knife out as you laid limp on the kitchen floor, holding your wound. It wasn’t that bad, you could live…. Unless he didn’t let you to.
You breathe slowly and shaky as the man lingered over you. You take a glance at the knife beside you. One last try? At least you’ll die trying.
You grab the knife with a bloody hand and lunged at the man. Effective this time, you stab his leg but before you could do any more damage, you were pinned to the floor.
The masked man on top of you held his knife to your throat. You look up at the man and get an idea, the mask.
Your hands quickly go up to it and pull it off, a gasp was immediately taken out of your throat.
Billy fucking Loomis.
The original killer that started everything.
But he was killed by Sidney. How is he alive? How was he here?
Before you could say anything you felt another stab to your side. Another scream was out your throat. Another stab. Another scream.
You felt like you wanted to just let it happen. But you can’t. You can’t die yet. Not after everything that’s happen.
Before Billy could finish you off you felt the feeling to finally speak. “WAIT! Please! I’ll do anything! Anything you want! Please!” Your eyes filling up with more tears as you looked up at him.
He squints his eyes and just stares. God his eyes are so dull and hard. His stare is so cold, perfect for a serial killer.
“Anything?” You hear him ask, raising his eyebrow. It’s working. “Yes! Anything!” You choke out, surprised you can still speak even when fear is rushing through your veins.
You hear him grunt and his stare harden. Please god. Let this work. Save my life.
“If I let you live..” Billy started, puting the knife up to your cheek and draw a line to your chin, blood started to spill to your neck. “You’ll have to help me.” He finished and flicked the knife off your chin.
You just stare at him. Is it worth people’s life to keep yours? But even with you dead he’ll still kill. It didn’t stop him before. But you can’t. You’re not a psycho like him and you never will be.
“Hell no! I’m not helping a son of a bit-“ you get cut short. He had stabbed you again in the same wound. God that hurt.
“Fuck! Okay! Okay! Just please-, please,” you beg as tears rolled down your cheeks. You catch a glimpse of him. Those eyes piercing into your skull.
His mouth opened but he didn’t say anything as the sound of sirens were heard, they were getting closer.
One of your neighbors must of called the police.
Before you notice, Billy off of you, leaving the knife and grabbing the mask. He took one last look at you before putting the mask on and running to ditch before the police came.
As the sirens come closer you realize what you just did. You had said yes to help Billy Loomis kill. Kill innocent people. All because you want to live? It might sound bitchy but with a knife in your stomach, your vision blurred, and the sirens coming closer. You could care less about how it sounds.
Billy Loomis would be back.
Back at your house to settle the agreement or to finish his job.
But you’ll have to find out. You should be worried on how to say alive to see it happen.
Even if it’s horrible.