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It’s June 30th, 1998. It was a warm, quiet summer night. The sky was lit up with a full moon and it was glimmering with stars. In the quiet town of Woodsboro, there was a small, rundown local bar with just one employee working the night shift that evening.
Ghostface.
The bar was old, and the walls lined with decaying oak wood. The floor panels creaked with every footstep. Half empty liquor bottles were scattered everywhere, displaying the messiness of the place. Old posters of the Woodsboro murders decorated the walls. Ghostface was proud, since the town viewed him as merely a myth of Woodsboro. Ghostface had a routine of sleeping during the day and going on a murdering spree at night, so it was fitting he worked the night shift. He needed a way to make ends meet since killing doesn’t really help pay his bills or his apartment.
In his traditional black robes and bloodstained mask, he eagerly awaited a customer to arrive in his bar. Business was slow that night and the bar was empty. As he leaned against the bar table, he played around and fidgeted with his sharp knife. Looking into the shiny side of it, he studied his own reflection and admired himself. “I’m sexy as hell” he smirked and muttered to himself.
Suddenly, he heard a bell ring as the front door opened.
Two young women entered the bar: Brenda Meeks and Cindy Campbell. Ghostface quickly stood up behind the bar and greeted them “Hello…” in his raspy, mysterious, voice. The two best friends were laughing their asses off and nudging each other’s shoulders as they both recall some stupidly funny story. They were already drunk, and both friends stumbled their way onto the bar chairs. With neither friend looking up at the bartender, one of them says “Get us two pink margaritas, would you? And I’ll tip extra if you throw in an extra shot of liquor and give us your phone number!” She giggles.
“Of course, Ms. Meeks.” Ghostface says slowly.
The two friends stop giggling and slowly look up. Their smiles slowly fade. “How do you know my name…?” Brenda asks cautiously. They look up to see a tall figure in dark robes mixing up two cocktails with efficacy. As Ghostface turns around to give them their drinks, his eery mask comes into view. The dim lighting of the bar gives him the dramatic effect that he loves. Without a word, he sets down the pink margaritas on the table in front of the girls. They both just stare at him like a deer in the headlights. Cindy is at lost for words, shaking and shuddering. “I-I thought you were a myth!” She stutters. Ghostface tilts his head slowly in curiosity as he studies Cindy’s reaction. Brenda, on the other hand, breaks the silence.
She begins laughing hysterically.
“Girl don’t you know that’s a Halloween costume? This boy just tryna give us a good scare!” Brenda nudges Cindy’s shoulder to lighten her up and make her snap out of it. Brenda turns her head to the stoic Ghostface and laughs in his face as he watches the scene unfold. “Where’d you get that costume from, boy? Party City? Spirit Halloween?” She keeps laughing hysterically. Cindy feels the pressure and begins to awkwardly join in on the laughing as well. She knew she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Cindy was always the careful and anxious type who trusted her gut. “Knock it off, Brenda!” She carefully whispers into her ear.
“Cindy, you needa calm down! Nothing’s gon’ happen. It’s not like he’s gonna SLICE us up into pieces like those kids a few years ago!” Brenda mocks loudly. She takes a sip of her margarita. “Lighten up, Cindy! You ain’t drunk enough if you’re this scared over a costume!” She jokes. Ironically, Cindy already feels herself sobering up just from the anxiety of the situation.
Ghostface finally breaks his stillness by slowly leaning in towards Brenda. “I can assure you,” he whispers. “This is not a costume… and neither is this knife.” He slowly takes his knife out of his pocket, revealing it to both of the girls. The shiny metal contrasts sharply against his robe, making it look authentic and certainly not a plastic prop from Party City or Spirit Halloween. Brenda finally calms down and leans back, finally taking the situation seriously. Ghostface brings his knife closer to her face, displaying it clearly in front of her eyes. He begins to lower his knife to her throat, and angles the edge to her skin.
“I can also assure you… I am not a myth.”
Before he can slit her throat, a man bursts into the front door, interrupting the tense situation and catching the attention of everyone. With a blunt in his hand and beer bottle in the other, he yells “WASSSSSUUPPPP!”
Brenda and Cindy turn their heads at the same time and Ghostface quickly looks up. He quickly says “What the-“ only to be interrupted by Brenda screaming “Shorty! It’s been so long!” Cindy and Brenda both get up and run to hug him. Ghostface, confused, just stares at the three of them. Cindy quickly interrupts the reunion and says “There’s a killer in here dressed as Ghostface and he tried to kill Brenda!” Shorty, looking confused, says “Shit son, where he at? I thought he was a myth.” The three of them look around the bar to find him but he quickly disappeared. “I swear he was just here!” Cindy exclaimed. The three look around and find a note on the table. Brenda picks it up and reads it out loud to the group.
“The fuck?” Shorty says.
The note had a blood-stained heart on it and said “Call me” with an unknown phone number.