"Would you like to come over to my place?"
The shrill voice of the stranger, whom Samara has always known him as 'Ghostface On a Budget', sent chills down her spine.
She tried to speak at least a word. Just one word. Even a 'yes' or 'no' could do as well, but, however, as much as she tried to, she couldn't speak a word.
"Speechless, aren't you?" he broke the rather awkward silence. "I have alwa...