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Pretty Girl (not proofread) pt. 2 maybe?? soon?? idk

For the past few weeks you’ve been paranoid… there’s a killer thats been making the rounds. The entire town is struck with fear, especially you… all alone in your tiny house. ”fuck…” you mutter to yourself. You worked closing shift, it’s 12:25am, and your coworker who was SUPPOSED to be a safe buddy and walk home with you ditched you to hang with her “boyfriend”. You gather up all your courage and walk down the dark alley that leads to your house. “i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay. what are the chances anything will happen to ME”. you turn quickly when you hear a rustle and gasp, your eyes focus in on a figure… a cat? “pst pst pst, cmere pretty girl…” you let out a sigh when you realize it’s just the cat that lives in the alley. you’d take her in but she seems to love being outside. you bend down and giggle when you think how trivial it would be to think you were being followed by a killer. “where’ve you been pretty girl… i haven’t seen you in a while”

you tilt your head and mutter to yourself… “pretty girl… when will i be someone’s pretty girl”. you quickly shake the thought away as you realize you shouldn’t be out so long.

you unlock your front door quickly and shut it behind you as you walk in “mm..” you stretch your arms and legs as you place your keys down. right when you’re about to sit on your couch your phone rings… UNKNOWN CALLER ID. A shiver runs up your spine as you get a bad feeling… you quickly decline the call and look to make sure you locked the front door. “hah.. it’s okay, i’m being dramatic… it’s just a phone call”. Not even a minute later you get another phone call… UNKNOWN CALLER ID. You frown and muster up the courage to answer.

“Hello?”

“…”

“Is anyone there… look it’s almost 1am and i’m tired. if this is a prank call it isn’t funny, i’m blocking your fucking num-“

“you shouldn’t do that.”

you feel the blood drain from your face, you feel like there’s a huge pit in your stomach… you wanna hang up, but you can’t. you’re paralyzed with fear.

“cat got your tongue? mm?”

“who… who is this. this isn’t funny.”

“oh i never said it was baby… you sound so scared… so quiet”

your entire body is shaking, you chest feels tight, you can’t breathe.

“you gonna say anything?? how about you tell me about your favorite horror movie, hmm?”

you gasp and break out of your paralyzed states. you hang up the phone and quickly block the number. “fuck fuck fuck fuck what do i do”

you run around like a headless chicken, not even sure what you’re trying to accomplish. you halt all your movement when you hear a knock. you snap your head to the front door. no… it didn’t come from there… you feel your heart drop… it’s coming from inside… the bathroom? the bedroom? you stand there for a second, unsure of what to do. run out the front door or look… “i’m just hearing things, i’m being paranoid”

before you could make a decision you hear the bedroom floors creak then a figure quickly lunge out at you.

“WHYD YOU HANG UP THE PHONE. I TOLD YOU THAT YOU SHOULDNT DO THAT”

your body reacts before your brain. you scream and run for the front door. it’s so close, only a few feet away, just one more step. no no no wait i’m so close. your vision becomes blurry, your head is pounding. so close yet so far… he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you down, head smacking against the ground.

“p- please…” you groan and bring your hands to your head, trying to soothe the throbbing. your vision clears and you gasp. a white mask… the mouth elongated… like a scream, right before you.

“awh baby… if you had just listened you wouldn’t be in this situation”. he spits out baby to you in a mocking tone, it should be filled with love and warmth but you’re focused on the large knife that he’s waving in front of your face, glistening in the moon light.

“m’sorry… please don’t hurt me… so sorry…” you let out pathetic sobs as you beg for your life, terrified of the masked man’s intention… the killer… the infamous ghostface.

“too late… whatever happens now is your fault”. His tone hardened. Chills run down your spine. This is the end.

“nono please i’ll do anything, please i… i don’t wanna die”. you go silent as he hold up his index finger to his mask in a shushing motion. he suddenly grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks so hard it’s bound to leave bruises if you even make it out alive.

“anything..? mm…” you stare up with doe eyes, hoping that he’ll let you live. “don’t move.”

you groan as he harshly pulls your head to the side, exposing your neck. you squeeze your eyes shut and quietly sob as you feel his knife make contact with your skin. He winces as he adds just enough pressure to break skin and draw up beads of blood. you gasp when you feel his tongue makes contact with the cut he made.

“god… maybe i’ll be nice since you’re being so good now…” you hear the knife hit the floor as he throws it across the room. you gasp when you feel his hands slowly trace the sides of your hips then harshly grip them.

“no- no wait anything but this… please don’t i’ll do anything, ANYTHING but this”. your body quickly reacts and your hands lunge towards his to stop his advances. how you quickly regretted that. you watch as he pulls a plastic bag out from under his long black robe. You thrash and try to push him away. This is the end. You feel him adjust his knees to either side of your waist, his weight keeping you pinned down as he places the bag over your face. you scratch at his hands and attempt to pull his face off, to no avail. your vision slowly starts to fade to black, stars painting the back of your eyelids. suddenly you feel yourself being pulled back to life. you swallow down as much air as you can, coughing and tears stinging your eyes in the process.

“your only other option is to die baby… you really want that?” he places the bag over your face again before you can fully catch your breath. your limbs starting to become weak, your body giving up on you. you don’t want to die, but oh you’re so tired. then he pulls that bag off again. you cringe as you cough so hard your nose stings. he lets out a hearty laugh. if it were under different circumstances you think your heart would’ve melted at such a laugh, but no. He’s laughing at your suffering.

“you already giving up so easily? that’s borinnnngggg” he sounds almost childish, as if it’s a game to him. it is a game to him. “mm”

he tilts his head to the side as if he’s thinking. before you know it the bag is over your face a third time. the same sensations coming over you. he’ll take the bag off again. he’s messing around, but the bag never comes off. you feel yourself fading off into black. “is there an after life? hah… at least i don’t have to go back to work”. your thoughts start slowing down. it’s dark. it’s quiet.