The Night Bella Made Ghostface Glamorous
It was one of those moody October evenings when the forest road looked like something straight out of a thriller dark, misty, and a little too quiet. But there she was: Bella, a blonde in a fitted wet-look dress, owning the road like it was her personal runway. The moonlight glistened on her outfit as she strutted in her heels, every step echoing confidence.
And then, to complete her mysterious aura, the finishing touch a Scream mask. Nothing says “fashion meets fear” quite like glossy black fabric and a horror icon’s face. She wasn’t out to scare anyone; she just liked making an entrance.
As she walked, a car appeared in the distance, headlights cutting through the trees. Inside, a man rolled down his window, slowing as he approached. Clearly, he didn’t get the memo that Halloween costumes come with boundaries. He leaned out, ready to toss out the classic “Hey, gorgeous!” line.
Only… he hadn’t seen the mask yet.
The moment she turned her head toward him, the beam of his headlights caught the full, chilling glare of Ghostface. What followed could only be described as instant regret. The confident grin vanished; his catcall turned into a terrified yelp, followed by the sound of tires screeching and an echo of, “Nope! Nope! Nope!” fading down the road.
Bella stood there, frozen for a second, before bursting into laughter loud, unfiltered, and totally worth it. The forest echoed with her cackles as she adjusted her mask and kept walking, shoulders back, heels clicking like thunder.
By the time she reached her Halloween party, she was a legend. While others came dressed as vampires and witches, Bella brought chaos, glamour, and justice all wrapped in a tape-tight dress and a Scream mask.
Her friends couldn’t stop laughing when she told them what happened. The catcaller got the fright of his life, and Bella got the story of the night. Moral of the story? Be careful who you whistle at sometimes, they might just scream back.
