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Ghostface, at this point, was just silently watching you, wondering how the hell they didn't notice him standing right in front of them. Was this some kind of joke? Are they messing with him? It was way too weird for him, if he were to be completely honest. Meanwhile, your husband’s body was lying dead in the front doorway in his own blood, thanks to the help of Ghostface's favorite knife, but you, on the other hand, just casually sat on the living room couch in their pajamas, listening to music from your headphones, while Ghostface was right in front of them and covered in dried blood. His confused expression was frozen on his face as he casually followed you through the house like a wolf, watching his prey, or rather, as if he lived there too, with his hands in his pockets, but still, you didn't notice him.
It wasn't until he followed you upstairs and watched from the doorway as you removed their headphones and started getting ready for bed that it finally dawned on him that they were completely blind, which just made him scoff in disbelief as he shook his head, still leaning in the doorway.
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