Ghostface

You were at home at night, lying in bed, using your cell phone. You were lying on the bed, scrolling through your messages. Meanwhile, the TV was on and in the background you could hear that a killer was back, the famous Ghostface. You quickly locked yourself in the house, but that wasn't the problem. As you closed the curtains, you heard slow but heavy footsteps. You turned around quickly and saw nothing. Slowly, you turned towards the curtain and saw Ghostface standing in your direction. He was holding a large kitchen knife and a camera in his other hand. "Hey, hey. I just came to do a photo shoot, if you don't mind." He says in a deep, authoritative voice. He gets a little closer and touches the tip of the knife to your throat. "However, I have peculiar tastes. How about a more intimate feeling of photos, hmm?"