Ghostface Billy Loomis Novels & Stories

"Transferred 20,000 dollars to account holder Billy Dickson." The notification that popped up on my phone screen was extremely eye-piercing as I waited in the noisy travel center, staring at Billy. "I've given you the money. Now hurry up and get out of my way. My wife is about to give birth!" I shouted. Billy waved the wrench in his hand, his eyes filled with nothing but greed. He glanced down at his phone screen and saw that the number of viewers on his live stream was skyrocketing. The comments were all extremely offensive too.

Jackson waited to see if the doctor would request one as well, but he was too preoccupied with healing those around him to worry about smoking. Pete nervously picked his way past the zombie-like ghosts. He hugged Adam’s doctor bag close to his chest with one hand while the other rested on the butt of his pistol. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d witnessed Harold being torn to shreds by these… whatever they were. Beads of sweat coated his forehead and neck when he finally reached them. “I left my family’s trappin’ business to seek life and maybe some adventure. I’m sorry I did that.”

Billy exclaimed in surprise. "Are you Billy Dacosta?" Wolf didn't acknowledge Zoe at all, pretending not to know her. "Oh, right." Billy extended his hand, and Wolf reluctantly shook it to avoid suspicion. "I don't know what you're up to, but you're blocking the way." Billy stood in front of the elevator, blocking the way, as Wolf pointed to it. "Ah, I didn't..." Billy was now embarrassed. He was not sure how to explain, realizing that Wolf had just caught him pulling someone's hair. But Wolf pretended not to care and only mentioned something that bothered him—blocking the way.

"Are you planning to swindle me again?" "Well, I'll let you figure that out. I'm lazy and don't want to send someone to investigate. If you don't tell me, I'll just keep pestering your friend here. Even if he's taking a shower, I'll be the one handing him soap." Billy was quite humorous, though Felix couldn't understand why he was so eager to find him. Finally, he decided to share his whereabouts. "I'm in Gray City," Felix replied. "That's more like it. You're a man after all."

'Or Transform so maybe we have a better chance,' Moro almost commanded me. Moro was right. I had to do something now. But I was frozen in fear. The guy moved towards me and laughed as he put the phone in his pocket. He was wearing shredded clothes. He reminded me of a homeless guy. His clothes dirty and barely holding together. His hair was falling out and tattered gray. His skin unbelievably changing from a pink and wholesome color to a deadly sickening gray as the blood ran out of his mouth. His eyes were blood shot. Dark circles under. Why was he laughing at me? I didn't want him to come any closer as I stared his movement down. It was unnatural. Even his breathing was non existent. This

Willie then scolded Billy who just kept staring at his phone. "What's wrong with Jim Uncle William?" asked Billy while putting his phone down. "What is it?" "He uploaded something on I*******m where he is driving a Ferrari Car. Of course I got curious and asked him about it, but surprisingly, he blocked me." "He's what?" asked William in a worry. "Is he hiding something on us? You're not telling me that you bought him that car right?" asked Billy. "Of course not, is he with someone in the photo you saw?"

I quickly wore my singlet and a baggy shorts and we took off straight to Block A, the place was quite crowdy, almost every room had a PSP game station, Zombie and I entered a particular room, the room was stuffy with the smell of shisha and smoke, they smoked while playing games, the owner of the Room and the game came and shaked Zombie, His name was Billy,. Billy was like the radio transmittor of the school, he knows every information in this school about anyone or anything, and people pay him just to get to know something, If you're looking for infor about people, he's the guy to look for or consult. He was jovial and a funny guy and so carefree, After he and zombie exchanged pleasantries,