Hannah arrived outside a house from running out of Sophilia's house, thanking her lucky stars that she'd remembered to put body armour on underneath her Ghostface costume and fake blood, of a boy who she knew from school's house called Ryan Dartwell, a boy who she hated.

A boy that was her ex boyfriend.

A boy that was going to be her first proper kill as Ghostface.

Grabbing the voice changer out of one pocket of her Ghostface costume and a phone out of the other, she dialled Ryan's house number, and then held the voice changer up to her mouth with a sadistic grin.

She could see him sitting on the couch in his living room watching the TV on his own, and he jumped when the phone rang suddenly.

Holding back a deranged cackle of laughter, she saw him reluctantly turn down the sound of the TV and answer the phone.

"Hello?" he grumbled, not bothering to hide his reluctance to talk to whoever was calling him.

"Hello, who am I talking to?" she replied calm and politely, trying not to shout all the obscenities she wanted to hurl down the phone at him and his 'I don't give a fuck about anyone else but me' attitude.

But she only just about managed to stop herself by reminding herself that she would be killing him soon and he would be at her mercy.

Weak and defenceless.

Dead.

He didn't deserve any mercy from her.

She saw him roll his brown eyes, "Why don't you tell me, you're the one who fucking called me!"

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?"

Ryan sighed an annoyed sigh, "Not until you tell me your name."

"Why don't I tell you my nickname? It's pretty famous."

"What is it, then? I might know your real name if it really is famous." Ryan said mockingly, smirking.

"Ghostface."

Ryan's face paled dramatically, and the smirk dropped off his face.

"Yeah right, this is just some fucked up prank call or something, isn't it? One of those stupid calls that gets uploaded onto YouTube?"

"No. I'm just wondering who the ugly fucker that's watching The Shining I'm looking at is."

Hannah smirked when he briefly looked offended at being called ugly.

"Leave me the fuck alone, you fucked up stalker. Anyways, if I'm so ugly, then why bother stalking me, huh?"

"Don't flatter yourself, bitch, it'll only get yourself killed."

Ryan looked around himself, paranoid, his medium length brown hair swishing around his head, and then he let out a nervous, shaky laugh, "Yeah right, no it won't. No one's gonna fucking kill me."

Hannah smiled, and then whispered creepily into the phone, "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."

Then she ended the call and made her way up to Ryan's bedroom window that he had left open.

~0~0~

She climbed up to his window easily enough, like a spider, and then silently slid into Ryan's house through his big bedroom window, feeling like a ninja assassin.

Making sure her Ghostface mask was on securely, and that her hair was tucked in, she got her spare knife out of her pocket and then listened to try and work out where Ryan was in the house.

Hannah could hear his panicked breathing coming from the stairs, and then she heard him say to himself, "Why the fuck did I choose to stay at home alone when there's a Ghostface murderer killing people? Why?"

His footsteps were coming closer and closer towards his bedroom, where Hannah was, so she stood where, if he opened the door, she would be hidden from view for a few seconds.

Luckily for Hannah, and unluckily for Ryan, he did open the door of his bedroom, and, after saying "Oh my God!" under his breath with his eyes closed and his right hand on his forehead several times, he shut the door.

Hannah wasted no time zooming towards him like a bullet, and she sliced his stomach.

Ryan clutched at his bleeding stomach, squealing like a pig, his face the picture of agony.

"Heeere's Johnny!" exclaimed Hannah, at the same time as it's said in the movie The Shining that could still be heard blaring out of the TV from downstairs in the living room.

"The fuck's wrong with you, man? I'm no pig for you to slaughter!"

Hannah let out a chillingly deranged laugh, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

As she stalked towards him, blood-covered knife raised in the air in attack, Ryan wailed, "Please, don't hurt me anymore! I'm too young to die!"

"Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in."

"Huh? My name's not Wendy!"

"And my name's not Jack, you stupid squealing piglet!" she growled as she swung the knife down deep into Ryan's stomach.

Ryan let out a gut-wrenching scream as he fell onto his knees, trying to get the knife out of him.

But she had stuck it into his stomach so that it was firmly wedged, so he only caused himself more pain.

"Get it out of me!" he shrieked, blood dripping out of his mouth as he spoke.

Hannah shoved the knife deeper into Ryan's injured stomach, "Are you sure self-pity is a luxury you can afford, Jack?"

Then she tugged the knife out of his stomach and leaned in close to stab him in the heart, whispering into his left ear, "I warned you that flattering yourself would get you killed."

As he died, Ryan stared into the eyes of the Ghostface mask, and whispered pleadingly, "Who are you?"

"The last person you'll ever see alive!"

And with one last shove of the knife into his heart, he was dead.

HauntedImmortalNightmare: ...I have to admit, I felt a bit ill writing this chapter... ^^

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