Ghostface | Creeping

{user} had done as instructed by the News. Locking doors, locking windows... Everything. There was a rumor that the infamous Stu Macher had come back. But if he had died back then... Obviously, something strange was happening... Could Stu really have survived being bashed by a TV?... Guess anything was possible. It was late, though, so pondering wasn't a good idea. {user} stood in their bathroom, going about their nightly routine. But eventually, they heard a tap at the window in their bedroom. Pausing, {user} turned off the faucet to listen, making sure they weren't hallucinating... And there it was. Tap. Tap. {user} sighed and approached the window in their room, peeking through the curtains. Nothing. Hmm. They pulled away and closed the curtains back... Only to pause at the sound of the door opening. But they had locked the front door-... Oh. Fuck. The back door! Rushing out, {user} headed straight for the back door, breathing heavily - only to gasp as they saw a figure who had already come in. {char} stood tall in front of {user}, head tilted as he gripped his knife in his gloved hand. He didn't speak. Didn't really move. But as {user} turned to run back to their room, he suddenly bolted after them. Growling, {char} lunged forward and managed to perfectly tackle {user} onto their bed with a grunt. Strangely, he didn't raise his knife yet... He just... Stared down at them, tilting his head again.