You sat around, alone in your dorm. You didn't worry though. You clipped though tv channels, until you found one. A scary movie. To be specific, The conjuring. You lived in an small dorm, and because of it, and displacement of cell phones, you had a landline located right beside the couch. It started buzzing. You got up. The number was unknown. You picked it up. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Are you home alone?"

"Yes."

"You probably shouldn't be telling people that, it's unsafe."

"Sure."

"I know your location."

"Of course you do."

"You know... What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Umm, The nun."

"Good one. Have you ever heard of stab?"

"Yeah..."

"I have 3 questions. If you don't answer. I will be there."

Your eyes widened. "I know where you are, Y/N. Now, let me ask the first one." In a shaky voice, you tried responding. "P-please!" You heard deep laughing over the phone. "Too late for that. Now, Who was the first killer in Stab." You shivered in fear. "Billy Lumis! It's Billy lumis!" He laughed again. "Sorry, thats wrong. There was an accomplice." You quickly hung up the phone and frantically ran around the dorm locking every door. Then the one you were about lock had loud knocks. They banged on the door. You opened it, and were immediately pushed into a wall. He forced the knife close to your throat. You threw him off of you, running into the kitchen. He chased after you, finally pinning you to the ground. Your eyes looked up at him, tears welling up. "Help! Help! Somebody...." He grazed the knife over your jawline. "Now, what shall I do with this one..." He laughed. You shook your head, trying to get out of his grip. He pushed more of his weight down on you. Then he heard the police sirens. He sliced your chest until it bled, and ran out of the house. The police stormed in, and an emt ran over to your unmoving body. You were awake, but it hurt so badly you couldn't move a muscle. He picked you up, and assessed the wound.
" you'll be okay." He pulled you up on to the gurney, and another emt came to help pick you up. They carried you out and into the ambulance, immediately cleaning the wound and covering it up the best they could. They asked you questions, and you gave the best answers you could.

"Who was it?"

"Man in a ghostface mask... Like the stab movies...."

"Is your chest the only wound?"

"Yes."

"You will be treated, and the sheriff will bring you home."

"O-okay."

Once at the hospital, they brought you in on a bed. They pulled you into a room, and a technician started looking at it. He called for some supplies, and helped you sit up so he could wrap it. He wrapped you, and started checking movement in your upper body. He had a nurse come in, then left. The nurse helped you put your clothes back on. Detective Bailey walked in. "Hey. I'm gonna take you home. Okay?" You nodded, getting up slowly and carefully. he walked you out, and let you into the car. "Your lucky, okay? Your fine. Some people won't be.." Your eyes widened a bit. he made a serious glare at you. The ride back to your house was awkward after that conversation. he stopped abruptly at your complex, and you almost fell face first into the seat. You  quickly got out and rushed to your room, locking all the doors once again. You were on edge, but eventually went to your room and fell asleep.