This'll end up in horror, I swear.

[1]
Today marks the day your best friend died. It's been so tough, yet you know that they wouldn't kill themself. There's something about it that seems off.
And somebody just tapped you on the shoulder.

[2]
"Come out, my love. You know you can't hide forever."
Their sickening voice sings slightly, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands are tied up as you cower under one of the beds in their guest bedroom. Suddenly, they pull the sheets up, smiling widely at you.

"Found tonight, at last."

[3]
You're being watched. You're so convinced, you feel it every time you turn around or close your eyes.

One day somebody covers your eyes, chuckling softly.
"I caught you..."

[4]
You've been stuck in a basement for days. Your best friend and love of your life is fatally wounded, but both of you are saying your last words to each other.

Then the door swings open, blinding light as you hear them scream. You see a masked figure holding their head. Clean cut.

"They were getting annoying. But we're alone, at last."