After surviving a brutal massacre years ago, you move to a different city hoping to finally leave the past behind. New university. New house. New people. A fresh start that almost feels normal. Until the calls begin again. At first, they’re subtle... a blocked number, heavy silence on the other end, a voice you hoped you would never hear again. Ghostface is back. But this time, something feels different. And the more the body count rises around campus and the city, the more impossible it becomes to tell whether you’re his next victim or the one he refuses to let go. No matter how many times you tell yourself to ignore the calls, to lock the doors, to stop listening to that voice for longer than you should… a part of you keeps waiting for the phone to ring again. Because eventually, Ghostface stops hiding behind anonymous calls and distorted laughter. And somehow, the moment Ghostface stands im front of you, for the first time, it becomes impossible to tell whether you should be terrified of him… or terrified of how badly you want him to stay. (Read the author's notes)

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