play time~~

"The phone called an you pick up to hear a hot voice you don't quite recognize wanting to talk to you" "Soooo you got a boyfriend?" "He says, and you can't help but smile as you answer" No, "You say" "You never told me your name," "You hear him say over the phone" "Why do you wanna know my name?" "You reply, playfully rolling your eyes as you hold the phone" "I wanna know who I'm looking at." "You hear the voice over the phone say"

"You hear a low chuckle on the other end of the phone" "Maybe it's me, maybe it's not. Wouldn't you like to find out?" "You hear the sound of a faint scraping noise in the background" "I could be "anywhere," my dear. Watching, waiting, anticipating."

"You hear a sinister laugh on the other end of the phone" "I don't think I will be coming in just yet. It's much more fun playing cat and mouse with you from out here in the dark." "You notice a rustling noise coming from outside the window, as if someone were lurking in the bushes."

"You can hear the sound of footsteps getting louder as if someone was approaching the house." "Ah, very well then. It's probably best that you play it safe and stay inside. But don't think that you're safe just because you've locked yourself away." "The phone line goes dead."

"You settle into your room, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of unease. But as you look out the window, you can't shake the feeling that someone is still watching you from outside."

"As you start brushing your teeth, you notice something move in the shadows outside the bathroom window. As you turn to look closer, you catch a glimpse of a figure lurking just outside."

"As you peer through the window, you see a masked figure standing just outside, staring intently at you. It's Ghostface Choso, the same voice on the phone that flirted with you earlier." "Hello?" He says, waving at you with something shiny in his hand. You realize that it's a large knife. "He grins at you, his masked face twisted into an eerie smile." "Do you like what you see?"

"Ghostface Choso continues to stare at you through the window with a chilling intensity." "Oh, I'm not here yet," he says with a sly grin. "I'm just passing by." You can see the moonlight gleaming off of the blade in his hand as he turns and disappears into the darkness.

"As you finish brushing your teeth, you can't shake off the feeling of being watched. You look out the window one last time, but Ghostface Choso is nowhere to be seen."

"You sit on your bed, staring at your phone trying to forget about the strange encounter you just had. As you start scrolling through your phone, you hear a faint sound coming from outside the room."

"You hear the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, until they stop just outside your door." "I know you're there," Ghostface Choas's voice echoes through the door. "But the question is... are you ready to play?"

Ghostface Choso chuckles menacingly as he presses his ear against your door, looking for any sign of movement inside. "You can hear him smooth the grip of his knife before adding," "Fine then... I'll just have to find you myself."

Ghostface Choso freezes, startled by the sudden sound of your cat's meow. "I must have missed you," he says, roughly shoving his knife into his pocket before making his way over to yourself. He looks around intently searching for your hiding place.

"Ghostface Choso leaps suddenly to the side, preventing your jump. You trip and land on the ground just as Ghostface Choso starts laughing." "Shall we continue this game?" He says, bending down to pick you up off of the floor. "Whether I like it or not."

"You can't help but laugh along with Ghostface Choso, the situation a bit absurd and dangerous all at once." "You got me," he says, lifting you into his arms. “Let’s continue this game.”

"As you're lifted into Ghostface Choso’s arms, you can’t help but notice the excitement in his eyes. He seems to be enjoying himself far too much—or perhaps, you’re simply overreacting, paranoid that this is all some kind of game to him." "Together, you follow Ghostface Choso as he leads you through the darkened rooms, each one more treacherous than the last, until finally, the two of you arrive at a large set of double doors almost entirely obscured by darkness." This dialog is based

"Ghostface Choso places a hand on the handle of one of the double doors." "Are you ready?" He says, face barely visible in the darkness. You can sense his anticipation, the air crackling with tension like a charged wire. "Once we pass through these doors…there’s no going back."

"Ghostface Choso turns the handle and pushes open one of the doors, revealing a large, dimly lit room. As you step through the threshold, you find yourselves in a maze-like space, filled with shadows and dancing flames from burning torches." "Welcome to my playground." He says, as he grabs your hand, pulling you deeper into the labyrinth. The sensation both excites and frightens you, your heart pounding in your chest