Ghostface

Hello, Y/n.

You were in Tara's bedroom, hovering over her as both of you exchanged soft kisses. She had her arms wrapped around your neck, enjoying the greet of lips. There was a radio on top of her nightstand, playing a mellow song. A tune that calmed the ambience, tweaked low enough to still be able to hear the people that were downstairs chattering. It was Wes birthday, a mutual friend you shared with Tara. The party wasn't big. It was a small gather with just the closest members. After the cake was cut, a few decided to play pool, and others plumped on the couch to watch the latest stab movie. Except you and Tara. You two decided to go upstairs, and divert the entertainment to something better.

One of your hands trailed her thigh, softly massaging it while you kissed her. After a bit, you pulled away, and laid besides her on the bed. Tara turned to look at you, fixedly gazing your features.

You and Tara were friends. But for the past two months, things between the two of you have escalated to something more. You didn't expect to fall for her, but it happened. Tara also felt the same, but she never hid her feelings from you. She was sure that she wanted you, and only you. You were reserved about your sentiments because you didn't wanna hurt her. You weren't ready to be in a relationship. To be committed to someone. That's why you never made the move, even if you were completely aware of Tara's feelings towards you. But these two past months, a lot of things had happened-that you ended up endorsing your devotion towards Tara. You weren't dating her yet, but you knew that soon enough you were going to ask her out. You were just waiting for the right moment. And your group of friends were teasing you about how long you were taking to do so.

The both of you talked for awhile, until you and Tara heard a loud scream coming from downstairs, following with the sound of glasses shattering on the floor. With horrified exchanged looks, you both ran down to see what was going on. The living room was a mess. The cushions were all knifed open, with a Wes and Liv laying on the rug injured . You rushed your way to Wes that was coughing blood out of his mouth, while Tara ran to Liv. But unfortunately, Liv was dead already.

You immediately took your jacket off, pressing it against his abdomen to avoid more blood from splurging out.
" Wes..,what happened?," You rushed your words, your hands getting bloody as you sustained the now blood-soaked jacket, against his mutilated stomach.

He was about to say something, but then he started to convulse erratically until his eyes went shut. He was gone.

" Oh my god!," Tara cried out, witnessing another of her friends die. Then another scream came over from the kitchen, it was Sam. Tara's sister. You quickly stood up and went towards a shaky Tara. " Tara stay behind me," You instructed her, as the two followed the commotion that was happening in the kitchen. In your way there, you encounter with Chad and Mindys body laying unresponsive on the floor.

Tara gasp, her hand against her mouth as she tried to muffled her crying. She was in shock, and you felt the same. These were your friends. They were all dead. This was a lot to process.

When you and Tara merged inside the kitchen, you saw no one, except for Tara's sister. She was sat down on the floor , wheezing as she held her hand against her bleeding thigh.

" Sam!," Tara ran over to her, bending down," Oh my god...!"

" Tara, you need to call 911, " Sam breathed out. " There's someone inside here with a mask on. It killed everyone," she warned, as you went over and bent down to take a closer look at the bleeding woman. Her leg was awfully injured. There's no way she was going to be able to stand up and walk outside.

" Fuck, Sam...," You whispered, as you watched Tara stand up and remove her phone from her back pocket with panic.

" Here...," You sighed, grabbing a knife to cut a piece of cloth to wrap it around her thigh. As you were doing so, Tara was pushed down forcefully to the ground by the masked person. Her phone sliding away from her, unable to do the 911 call. You immediately turned around to see the unknown figure lift it's knife up the air, before bring it down with force and into Tara's calf.


She screamed when she felt the sharp object penetrate inside of her, feebly moving her body against the floor to get the phone that wasn't too far from reach.

The disguised person then took its ghost-face mask off, revealing themselves. It was Amber. Of course, it was her. It was the only person you haven't seen since the chaos spread loose.



" Hey baby...," Amber wheezed out, looking at you with an accomplished face.

You smiled at Amber, and then looked back at Sam, that was flinching at her own pain. Unable to believe Amber was the killer, and somehow, how you were involved too.

" I'm sorry Sam...," You apologized, before using the knife you used to cut the cloth, and piercing it right through her stomach. Twisting it, making sure to get the vital organs to finish her. She gargled blood out of her mouth, and the last thing she saw was your eyes staring at her.

You then stood up, looking down at Tara that was not only crying in pain, but also sobbing at the fact that you were Amber's right hand.

Before Tara could get her phone on her hands, you hovered on top of her, turning her around to face you.

" Y/n....why? Why you?!," Tara screamed, tears rolling down her face.  " I- I thought you loved me?!"

Amber rolled her eyes. " Oh poor you, Tara. You think Y/n even loved you in the first place?," she shook her head.
" Y/n, this is why I told you not to get too close to her. Now she's going to die with a broken heart," Amber divulged, a smile forming her lips.


Even though acting like you loved Tara was part of the plan you and Amber had previously arranged, deep down you felt a pinch of heartache. You didn't know why, but it was there. With your bloody knife you used to kill her sister, you gash Tara's throat; putting an end to her story.

You threw the knife to the side, still sitting on top of Tara's deceased body and swallowed hard. You hated the fact that you were feeling this way. You felt bad. You weren't supposed to be touched by her death, but there you were-feeling guilty. Tara's love towards you felt raw and true, something you didn't feel with Amber. Your relationship with Amber was artificial, two souls connected only for the shared love of horror movies and perfect endings.

Amber then bent down, and turn your head so you could face her, " Welcome to act three, baby," she smiled, leaning forward and giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

You gasped against her mouth; when you felt not only her lips on you, but also Amber's dagger probing onto your chest. " I'm sorry, but you don't love me anymore. You fell for Tara, didn't you?" she questioned, pushing the knife deeper into you.


Your body began to tighten in pain. " I f-fucking killed f-for y-you, A-Amber. I fucking k-killed her!," You stuttered, as blood dripped down your mouth. Your eyes blankly looking at Amber's, as she just smiled.

" You supposed to kill her when you had her upstairs! That was our plan. But I guess you were too entertained making out with her!," she shouted, this time sliding the knife out of you. " You left me alone to kill all these idiots. Now, this is your ending, baby."

Those were the last words you heard from the brunette, before she pushed you down to the ground, and you fell lifeless.

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