Horror Classics Reimagined

Isaac Chang had always prided himself on being prepared. As a tech-savvy student and amateur survivalist, he'd often joked that if the apocalypse ever came, he'd be the last man standing. But standing in his dimly lit living room, his heart pounding as the unmistakable sound of shattering glass echoed through his home, Isaac wasn't laughing.

His breath came in short bursts as he carefully set his phone on the coffee table. The faint glow from the screen lit up the room just enough to make out shapes: the couch, the TV stand, the jagged edge of the broken window across from him.

Isaac reached beneath his coffee table and pulled out the shotgun he kept hidden there. His fingers trembled as he cocked it, loading a round into the chamber. He wasn't about to be another victim in whatever madness had gripped the town over the past few days.

"Alright," he muttered under his breath, his voice steadying as he tried to focus. "Let's see how tough you are against this."

The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity, broken only by the faint rustling of the wind outside. Then, a shadow moved.

Isaac didn't wait. He raised the shotgun, aiming at the dark figure stepping through the broken window. The muzzle flashed, a deafening boom shattering the quiet night.

Ghostface staggered back, his left shoulder exploding in a spray of blood. He faltered but didn't fall.

"What the hell…" Isaac breathed, his voice wavering as Ghostface straightened. Blood seeped from the wound, dripping down his cloak, but the killer didn't react as Isaac had hoped. Instead, Ghostface cocked his head, his blank mask tilting as though mocking him.

Isaac fired again, aiming lower this time. But Ghostface was ready. With unnerving speed, he twisted to the side, the shot tearing through the air and embedding itself in the wall behind him.

Before Isaac could react, Ghostface's arm moved in a fluid arc. Something small and sharp glinted in the moonlight—a knife, spinning toward him.

Time slowed as Isaac instinctively ducked, bracing for the impact that never came. He heard the clink of metal on metal and looked up, his heart skipping a beat.

A hand had caught the knife mid-air.

At first, relief flooded Isaac. Maybe help had come, someone who could fight back against this nightmare. But as his eyes focused on the hand, his stomach dropped.

The hand was gloved. Black leather, smeared with something wet and dark.

Isaac's gaze traveled up to the reflection in the blade of the caught knife. Another blank white mask stared back at him.

"No," he whispered, taking a step back.

The second Ghostface moved quickly, almost too fast for Isaac to process. The knife in their other hand plunged forward, sinking into his throat. Isaac's body jerked, the shotgun slipping from his grasp and clattering to the floor.

The second Ghostface held the blade there for a moment, their mask unflinching as Isaac's eyes went wide. Blood gurgled from his mouth as he tried to speak, but no words came.

The first Ghostface stepped closer, his movements deliberate. The knife that had been caught was handed back to him, the blood wiped clean in a single, almost theatrical motion.

Isaac's knees buckled, his body falling to the ground as the second Ghostface released their hold. He slipped from the knife's blade, collapsing onto the floor in a lifeless heap.

The two killers stood over him, silent and still. The only sound in the room was the faint drip of blood hitting the hardwood floor.

The first Ghostface tilted his head again, his voice breaking the eerie quiet. It wasn't distorted now, but it still carried that strange, phone-like quality, as if spoken from somewhere else.

"Some people don't know when to quit."

The second Ghostface chuckled faintly, then leaned down to retrieve the shotgun, wiping the handle clean with a gloved hand before placing it neatly beside Isaac's body.

Without another word, the two figures disappeared into the night, leaving the broken window and the lifeless body of Isaac Chang as the only evidence of their presence.