Ghostly Presence|| Ghostface x Reader

Jonathan O'Leary was a hardworking man. He worked his 9 to 5 everyday only to go to his mother's house afterwards bringing her some groceries and other things she needed. He would help her with her garden on the weekends and when he had freetime he would spend it reading or having his friends from work come over to watch some sports. He always hosted the events and didn't mind cleaning up afterwards. It was one of those nights, and he had just finished cleaning the aftermath. He made a mental note to bring some apple tarts to his mother the next morning as he looked through his fridge.
His brows furrowed as he heard the soft sound of the radio in his living room play. He thought he had turned it off earlier. He walked over and promptly pressed the "off" button before stopping momentarily to decide what he was going to do next. He had had a long day though he knew it was far from over. As he began walking to his bedroom he heard the soft static from the radio again. He turned back around and walked back to the radio looking down at it briefly before clicking the "off" button again. Maybe it had been malfunctioning. He shook his head before heading back down the hallway to his bedroom. Only this time he heard another noise. The sound of his tv had broke his thoughts and he stopped in his tracks. Though, as he made his way over and turned the corner he saw it was off. He neared it and decided to kneel down to look at the wires to make sure everything was in order before standing back up. Maybe, he had been overthinking the situation. He looked again at it feeling unsure of what it could have been before chalking it up to a long day. After all, he had been needing more rest. As he turned to go to his bedroom he screamed seeing a masked man in his vision before promptly feeling a cold blade impale him under his right shoulder leaving his arm useless. Jonathan quickly tried to use his other arm to push the intruder back but to no avail as the intruder simply took a step back and then kicked Jonathan into his television set. As he tried to get back up something smacked him upside the head. He fell over from the impact and grabbed the side of his head feeling the warm sticky blood start to pour out. He looked upwards to get a better look at the intruder seeing a white mask staring back at him. It was a mask he had recognized from the papers. It was Ghostface.
"Ooo, that must've hurt," Ghostface had said as he leaned down to observe the mans wound. He knew he would have to make that blow count.
"You fucker," Jonathan responded as he tried to get up but the Ghostface gave him no space to react as he grabbed the paper weight he had found earlier in the living room to hit him again.
"This thing is actually coming in pretty handy. Where'd you get it?" Ghostface mocked as the man laid on the floor as his vision blurred over.
"I-I'm gonna get you," Jonathan spit out as the Ghostface loomed over him.
"I don't think you're in a position to say that," Ghostface said as he struck him again. "But if you would like to try, I'm always up for a challenge," he said as he went to strike again but this time Jonathan had put his hand up and grabbed the weight. A moment of hope glistened through his blurry vision as he struggled with his attacker to get the weight only to feel his attacker release it but Jonathan had pulled it too forcefully accidentally hitting himself with it. He groaned in pain as it hit him and released his grip on it.
"Oops. Sorry," Ghostface mocked as he grabbed the paperweight again. He brought it up over Jonathan's face before bringing it back down hearing some cracks.
"W-why?" Jonathan cried out as he realized he had no hope. It was his last desperate attempt at survival. A plea for empathy. After all, Ghostface was simply another man, was he not? Though, it seems as if his plea was almost non existent as Ghostface looked over at him silently. Tilting his head curiously before responding.
"Why?" he asked his voice sounding clouded through the mask. "Well I thought- you work all day, you come home with no one waiting for you, and you repeat your meaningless tasks over and over with no real reason. I thought, maybe this would be fun. A little... break from your boring life," Ghostface replied though to his surprise Jonathan had raised his arm and tried to grab at him. "Ah, a distraction perhaps?" Ghostface said before lifting his hand with the paper weight and striking it over Jonathan's skull again.
Jonathan couldn't respond anymore. Though he had desperately wanted to fight back his body barely responded to his commands. He was too weak to do anything as his attacker sat silently next to him.
"Huh," Ghostface said in a surprised tone. "Still breathing," he said as he looked down at Jonathan. "You are one hell of a fighter," he said before he brought the paperweight up a final time, striking Jonathan again causing his face to semi cave in as he gave his last breath.
Danny stayed still for a moment, quietly waiting to hear any signs of life. Though, it seemed Jonathan wasn't as much as a fighter as he had thought. He looked down, grabbing the knife still stuck in Jonathan's shoulder before promptly pulling it out. The blood seeped outwards creating a puddle and Danny stared as it soaked the shirt. He quickly grabbed his camera out of his back pocket and took a photo next to the body before leaving it discarded next to the man. It had been a while since he had killed but he found it as rewarding as ever.