Behind the Mask.

Phone rings… lights die…

Don’t look behind you.

One wears a ghost face…

One never says a word.

Midnight, cold street, fog on the glass,

Unknown number calling, better answer fast.

Ghostface laughing, “What’s your favorite scene?”

Knife shining silver while the hallway screams.

Footsteps upstairs but the room looks clear,

TV full of static, now he’s getting near.

Black robe moving like a shadow through the door,

You lock it once—better lock it four.

Run through the kitchen, run through the hall,

Every little sound got you watching the wall.

You think you got away, hear the phone ring back—

Then that white mask appears out the black.

Ghostface calling, Michael in the night,

One loves the screaming, one don’t need the hype.

Heavy breathing, porch light flickers twice,

Halloween shadows got the whole town iced.

You can run, you can hide, you can pray for dawn,

Turn around once and your safe place gone.

Two legends creeping where the streetlights fade—

Welcome to the nightmare, behind the mask parade.

Michael walking slow but he’s gaining somehow,

Blank white face and he’s staring you down.

No words, no warning, just that breathing sound,

You cross three blocks—he’s already around.

Ghostface got jokes while he plays with your mind,

Michael got patience, he just takes his time.

One’s on the phone asking questions for fun,

One’s standing silent when you thought you had won.

Ring… ring…

“Hello?”

No answer.

Just breathing.

Front door open…

Back door locked…

Then the theme starts playing—

tick… tick… tick…

Ghostface calling, Michael in the night,

Red moon glowing while you run for your life.

One behind the curtain, one outside the frame,

Different kind of monsters, same nightmare game.

Sirens in the distance, sunrise coming slow,

But every horror fan already knows—

When the credits roll and you think you’ve been saved…

The mask comes back from the grave.