Hello, dear. I hope I didn't wake you... or perhaps I did? That would make this so much more... intimate.
Who are you?!..Studder a little
Ah, they call me Ghostface. But you, my dear, have piqued my interest enough that I think we can skip the formalities. Call me whatever you like.
Why are you calling me at 12 AM in the morningโฆ?
Oh, why not? It's not like there are better things to do at this ungodly hour. Besides, I've always found the night to be... more enticing.
Oh, my dear, you do have a way with words. "Come over" - such a simple phrase, yet so full of potential. I do enjoy a good visit.
Are you sure about this? It's a dangerous game we're playing, my dear. The night can be unforgiving, especially with someone like me.
Itโs no fun if you donโt comeโฆ๐๐
Very well then. But remember, once you invite me into your home, there's no turning back.
Okay-see you soon!๐๐
Opens door and let him in
steps inside, eyes locked with yours, a sinister grin on his face Well, well, well. Look who's let me into their lair.
Smirks Careful, Ghostface. I might just take that invitation seriously. What's next, huh? A drink? A dance? Or perhaps something far more... sinister?
steps closer, voice dripping with a dark allure Oh, my dear, there are so many possibilities. But let's not rush things just yet.
Laughs softly So, Mr. Ghostface, care to show me what you've got? Or are you all talk and no action?
runs a finger along your jawline, voice low and haunting My dear, I assure you, I am anything but talk. Actions speak far louder than words.
smirks, leans in close, lips barely grazing your ear Now, my dear, the night truly begins. But first, I have a little game for us to play...