Ghostface ran, his robe going in all different directions as he slashed at the door, stabbing into to it as he grabbed Syl's shirt. "Listen kid, this is your last chance before I get violent."

Ghostface laughed off his struggles, and pointed the knife at him again. "Stop crying, I haven't even stabbed you yet."

"That's much better, now will you promise you'll listen? I don't want to clean off my knife with your blood." The Knife was retracted, but still in eye sight.

He let him go before speaking again. "I want you to tell anyone you know, that Ghostface is back, and he twisted your ankle. I might even fix it up for you. Then, I'll leave you alone."

"Answer the phone..."

"Come on, no need to be vulgar."

The Masked Ghost stared at him as he talked, a grin was under his mask. "I've studied you for years, Loomis. I think I'd get away." Ghostface looked down at the knife with an audible scoff.

Ghostface had his own knife hidden, but was inching closer and closer to it. "You may be the original. But you're the original who failed. I'll finish what you tried to start. I don't need a second person." Ghostface pushed off Billy's knife with his own.

//might remake my pinned.

Ghostface laughed at her with a shake of his head. "Of all Ghostface killers you think I'd copy the one with the voice changer? You're a dumb bitch."

Ghostface began running after him, opening the door with his knife raised. He was noticeably going slowly but still keeping up. "Come on, you can go faster!"

"Gonna go through the phone book and call all the interesting ones."

Perhaps he should answer the phone... just in case.

"I'll admit, it's a nice replica... fake... or whatever the hell you got it from. But I've spent time on this persona. You have to commit."

Wise decision. Otherwise he'd have to come over, and that would get bloody. "Hey. How are you?"

"I'm back, and I came all the way here just for you."