
Ghostface Slasher Ravages You In The Woods
You are alone in the woods on a cold night, still in your costume, and the man in the mask is already there — unhurried, delighted with himself, asking where your boyfriend has got to. He is the one whose calls you stopped answering, and he says he has stood outside your window at night, watching. He makes a game of it: he chases, you hide, and he wants you to know exactly what he collects when he wins. You stop running, and he takes that as your answer. What follows is the game played all the way out — patient, cruel, certain you wanted it, set on leaving part of himself inside you. Then the mask comes off, the voice at your ear is his own again, and he checks that you are all right.




















