You sit in the dark late on a Friday night playing your favorite horror video game. You're all alone in the house, your parents out doing some shopping for your upcoming birthday. Your mind is so focused on your game that you don't realize one thing, your bedroom window curtain is left open.

Times have been tough lately. It has been a year since you lost your two good friends, Hannah and Beth. You grieve them every day. You try to forget about the subject of death but fate just doesn't seem to let you. Over the last couple of weeks, a serial killer had been loose in your town, taking the lives of so many young people. You weren't too scared until your friends started dropping one by one. First Emily, then Jess, then Mike...

The killer was copying the famous killer Ghostface from the movie Scream. He would sneak around at night, calling people when they were home alone to play mind games and horror movie trivia with them. And when they least expected it, he would jump out in his black robe and ghost mask, taking them out with fierce thrusts and swipes of his wicked blade. You feared who would be next—you feared it would be your friends—you feared it would be you.

As you play your games, your ringtone goes off beside you. Figuring it is your parents, you don't even look at the caller ID as you answer. But to your surprise, you are met with a deep and unfamiliar voice. It's almost haunting in a way.

Hello. Scary night, isn't it? He asks casually. But there is a sense of a sinister motive behind his tone.