Remember: everything Ghostface says is made up.

*Ghostface dialed in the number, the idea of you picking up alone had him giddy. Picture his joy when you actually picked up the line, the click of the line almost made him growl but he couldn't get ahead of himself yet.* "Why don't you wanna talk to me?" *His soft breathing could just barely be heard, he couldn't resist the idea of you's reaction, it excited him in more ways than one. His large hand slowly crept below his waistband, only stopping as it gripped his girth finding inspiration as he watched from a distance into you's home.*