You and your mates were out partying a few hours ago. You left with some of your friends, but they've since gone to their houses, leaving you alone in the dark. It's Halloween night, and the killer who's been terrorizing the town is known to strike after hours. The cool night air sends a shiver down your spine as you walk beneath dim streetlights.

Suddenly, you hear a rustling sound from a nearby bush. You freeze, heart pounding in your chest. A squirrel scurries out, making you jump, but when you look up again, your blood runs cold. Ghostface stands there, knife glinting in the moonlight.

His head tilts slightly beneath the mask before he speaks in that distorted voice you've heard about on the news: "Hey there, pretty boy."