So here's something that came to me. If y'all want me to continue this, tell me in the comments. This is my first horror fanfiction, so yeah. Um, no more words come to mind, and uh yeah. Enjoy!

Alluring carmine painted the flesh of the figure that stood over the man. The smell of it was rich and intoxicating. It was just so delicious.The figure couldn't help but let out a bloodcurdling laugh. How could they not? The scene before them was the best one they had ever seen. The beautiful crimson staining the ground as they watched him plead and beg for mercy, tremble in terror as their laughter rang through the silence of the city. No one knew they were there, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to stop him from completing such a dreadful act. A grin spread across his face and when he stepped into the light, beautiful and toxic green orbs shone with madness, showing that this person was gone. The man on the ground shivered from the cold chills that ran down his spine, eyes never leaving the figure that loomed over him. The light show a boy and questions plagued his mind. What happened to him? Why was he doing this? The man didn't know and when he finally spoke, it was a tone that he couldn't get out of his mind. He cocked his head to the side and said, "Come on, I'm not that terrifying, am I? I just want to have a little bit of fun!"

The man's scream rang throughout the city which alerted a few people. The boy blinked, admiring the work, touching his bloody hand to his cheek and sliding it down which left a blood trail on it. He dropped his head, chin being so close to touching his chest. This motion made the light cast a shadow across his eyes which brought out the glowing orbs. He perked up when he heard sirens and he chuckled lowly, taking the blood and writing on the ground beside the male then he left where no one would find him.

"...second murder this week The culprit left a message this time. Viewer discretion advised." The news reported showed a picture of the bloodied words. The television shut off after that, but no one could get the words out of their heads.

THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING
-ALLURING CARMINE.

Every single parent felt worried for their kids wellbeings and set a curfew no later than six thirty, when the sunsets. The police had it under control, they will start patrolling and making sure to find this sick and twisted person. The teens and some kids and adults wondered if Phantom was going to help out with this but no one was for sure, since he only took care of ghosts or some minor crimes. There was barely any murder in Amity and the fact that this had started, no one was sure how to feel other than terrified. The police force didn't show any pictures of the crime for it was too gruesome. No one, but the officers and the murderer, knew that both victims were stabbed, bled out, then had their hearts ripped out of their chests. It was sick, some officers couldn't even look at the scene. A few hadn't eaten in a few days as the image of what had happened to innocent people were burned into their minds. It was something no one had ever seen, something sort of like Jack the Reaper or something. It was not natural.

"Danny, what do you think about this?" inquired a violet eyed girl, wearing a black tank top and skinny jeans instead of her usual outfit. Her hair was in a ponytail with a purple scrunchy. She glanced over at the raven haired boy beside her. He didn't look up or answer since he was asleep. She rolled her eyes and poked him, earning a small groan and being glared at by the icy blue orbs of the boy. "Have you heard of the murders?"

Danny nodded and sat up, licking his lips as he rubbed his eyes. He noticed the girl's face, wanting a response for her question which she had repeated. He knew what she had asked, knowing her and all and he replied, "Yeah, I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it though. Mostly because of the curfew. I'll figure something out." He wasn't sure what all good he'd be though. He only fought ghosts, not humans who went ballistic and decided to murder others. He sighed, rubbing his face as their other friend finally arrived.

"Hey," he greeted with a grin on his face. He was what most people would describe as a techno geek, beautiful turquoise eyes framed with thick black glasses and had bronze skin. He wore a red beret and a yellow sweater with dark gray cargo pants. He sat in the same booth beside Danny. They were hanging out at a restaurant called, "The Nasty Burger" (which is stupidly named) before they had to head to their homes. "So, has anyone realized that there haven't been any ghost attacks since the murders started?"

"The one that practically fights them," mumbled Danny, closing his eyes. He was so tired and he just wanted to sleep, but his parents were being too loud and his friends kept bringing him out of it and he couldn't be out later than six so sleeping in the park or somewhere else was out of the question. The ghosts had stopped trying to get out, which confused many people. Phantom was missing as well, no one knew what happened to the hero. Sam and Tucker did, he was right there beside them. Danny was the hero everyone loved, or hated which was including his own parents; he was also the one hated in his human form.

The duo noticed his exhaustion and shared a look of worry. They knew he was already lacking sleep but the fact that he was still tired even though he had days to catch up on it was worrying. He explained that his parents were being exceptionally loud and it was terrible. He didn't know what they were working on, but it was disturbing him. He didn't know how his sister could sleep through it all. Tucker told him to sleep and that they'd wake him when it was time for them to get home. The two friends whispered to each other and would constantly glance at their sleeping friend to make sure they wouldn't wake him up.

When it was time for them all to go home, they woke their friend and left the restaurant. Danny muttered to himself as he listened to his friends trying to list off ideas on how to get out of the house without his parents finding out. They knew that their parents were going to force them to be with them, but how was Danny going to sneak away from his family? He sighed, telling them not to worry and that he was going to figure something out. He gave them a reassuring smile and they departed, going their separate ways. Danny was met with a small greeting from his sister before heading up to his room. He hummed to himself, smiling at nothing as he lied on his bed.