Picture to the right??Helllsss yeahhh :DDD I wonder if anyone will put two and two together with who the guy looks like (At a certain angle)

~It aches in every bone, I'll die alone. But not from pleasure. ~If you want me hold me back! ~The pain will never fill, until it goes back to the remedy. ~And tell yourself you'll be the death of me.

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The lights flickered and dimmed until I could barely see.

I instantly heard his hand moving against the lock. The first day we looked at this apartment, Marcy of course had to inspect the bathroom. She managed to break the lock and the handle off the cabinet under the sink. I stayed still, unable to move. Literary, I can’t move any part of my body. Breathing is even difficult.

The sound of him kicking the door made my eyes slam shut, “Damn house. I’ll have to work around that.”

“Please, don’t hurt—“I turned around and stopped instantly. “Oh my Go—“

He put a hand up to silence me. “How many times do I have to say ‘wrong’?” I shook with fear at the tone of his voice, and he laughed deep in his throat.

“How are you here? You aren’t real—I got rid of you!”

In therapy...

He moved his arms out as if to hug me and the black robe shifted slightly. I can see he has dark pants underneath. “Did you miss me cupcake?” the hooded man questioned, and stepped closer to me. I backed up, and my feet splashed in the water. “You’re not real,” I whispered, my eyes wide open. My back hit the wall, and he stopped inches away from me. I have to pull my neck up to his face—hood. “Are y-you—are you…“

“No, I’m not going to kill you just yet. First of all I’m technically not even here. You have to let me into your house. Just thought I would show you how I’m going to kill you,” he motioned to the tub, and then the spider. “But, I can still do this…”

My body started to heat, and I got a massive pain in my stomach. My head went back, and I let out a silent scream. “Aw, that must really hurt,” he commented.

“I’ll...Never…let…you—“

“You will,” he interrupted, and leaned forward. “You will let me in, and you know what I’ll do, sweet heart?”

I stared at his dark face, waiting for an answer, “What?” I bit out.

“Absolutely nothing, and you know why Faithy-Poo?” he babied, and put his dark hand on the left side of my head. His hands look almost as if a glove made of shadow is over it.

“Why?” I questioned, my voice sounding like a whisper.

He stepped a little to the right, and my eyes locked on the bathroom mirror. My heart seemed to stop beating, as I stared at my reflection not able to see him.

“Because you’re imagining everything,” he explained, and put his face by my ear. My eyes stayed lock on the mirror. “You’re crazy Faith. I don’t even exist. I’m just a figment of your imagination. You just want an excuse for why you’re crazy, therefore you created me.”

Tears threatened to fall out of my eyes, “I knew it.”

A long silence spread within the large bathroom.

He burst out laughing, “I’m just joking bitch, I’m real! You'er the only one that can see me at the moment. As I said before, I’m literally not in thia house,’ he reminded me, in an icy tone. “Maybe Marcy will let me in one day...she does have a thing for Brian. I could give him a little visit and—“

“—your voice,” I interrupted.

“My voice?”

“Is that really your voice?” I asked, and turned my head to him. “It sounds too perfect to be real.”

He didn’t answer right away. “Perfect is what perfect was. Someone is putting two and two together,” he said playfully, “maybe you aren’t dumb as I thought you were.”

“It makes me wonder if your face is perfect,” I blurted.

“I’m ridiculously ugly,” he snapped.

“I hope not,” I said shakily, facing his shadowed face. “What would be the point of dying then if you're not at least cute? That’s why you are popping into my life now, right? You’re going to kill me?”

His head tilted. The hooded man avoided the question. "I'm a skeleton," his deep voice confessed randomly.

"Are you? Then you're going to kill me, for sure, because that fits the Grim Reapers description."

"Do you believe everything the internet tells you?" He stood up from the wall, snickering. “Oh baby, you couldn't be anymore off! I mean, do I have to put a neon sign over my head? I wear a freaking cloak, and I have a sharp scythe that follows my every command. Clearly, I’m here to play a nice game of football."

“Of course you are," I took a deep breath, "I thought we were going to meet at Halloween, couldn’t wait to see me?” I teased, becoming more and more surprised at my bravery. He leaned against the sink, and his head tilted as if he is eyeing me up and down.

“You think because I can’t touch you; you can say anything you want?” he retorted, “Well I have news for you Faith Williams. As soon as you step out of this house; you’re mine.”

“Sorry, I’m that handsome guy with the grey eyes—“I searched for the name in my memory, “I’m John’s now. Didn’t get the memo I guess, he must only tell all the pretty people that don’t hide in black robes all day.”

He stayed silent, and tilted his head a little to the side. The gesture brought chills down my back. I stayed plastered against the wall. After long minutes, I watched him completely still like a statue. His eyes are burning a hole in my forehead.

“You better watch what you say around me.”

‘’I’ll watch what I say around you, when you are actually in the room,” I shot back, and smiled at my confidence.

I burst into laughs, when his head tilted straight; probably from anger, “See I wasn’t going to do this you this baby, but now I will,” he stated.

“Do what?” I questioned, when he didn’t answer. He brought his head back lazily and leaned against the mirror. I nervously crossed my arms over my chest, “just tell me.”

“It’s a small confession really. I already pretended to be this kid Brian that Marcy likes. He’s a total D-bag, but I apparently fit his personality perfectly. I even bought a new cell-phone to seal the deal. So all I need to do is…” he took a cell phone out of nowhere, and looked at the screen, “text her and tell her I can come over tomorrow for pizza, and help un-pack. "

"You're lying."

He barked out laughter and said throatily, "Oh, no. I'll come over, cupcake. And I'll makeout a little bit with your dumb friend, hit her over the head with the TV until her skulls bashed in, then lock myself in your room with you and have my way. Ooh, that sounds real nice, doesn't it?"

My eyes widened, “Y-you’re lying to me.”

The guy lifted his hooded head up, and held out the cell phone.

I reached out to it, and my hand went through it. My eyes were wide as they dropped to my hand.

“Like I said, I'm not really here," the hooded man admitted. "And for once, I’m not lying.”

Looking up, I gulped. The hooded man began to stand to his full height in front of my own eyes. And he was massive.

“Oh this is going to be fun. Maybe I can fall asleep on the couch—so that Marcy let’s me stay the night. Then I can wake up and suffocate her with her pillow!” he said happily. “Or maybe I can hold a knife over your eye, so that when you wake up I drop it." He shivered dramatically, “You’re giving me so many fun ideas, Hope.”

Struggling for words, I continued to stare at him. What have I gotten myself into? Is this guy for real?

His phone buzzed. It confused me that he wasn't really in my bathroom, and yet his phone could ring. "Shit,” he mumbled and brought his head up to me. “I have to go Hope. I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner,” the hooded man assured me. “You couldn’t hide from me forever, cupcake. I’m back,” the guy whispered, and blew me a dramatic kiss. He spun and disappeared into a puff of black smoke, along with the water from the tub, and the spider on the wall.

Looking around the empty bathroom, I can’t help but wonder how long he practices that disappearing act in the mirror, and if he’s really coming over for dinner tomorrow.