Penguinanthrogirl99

A nightmare. That is all it was. Right? Wrong. It was much more. He was real. The man who's been stalking your dreams is real. He killed your friends, your family.... Now all there is is you. Of course, you was his sweet little (y/n).... he'd never hurt you. He loved you. He'd kill for you. "G-GO AWAY!" you screamed. He laughed. "Why would I do that princess?" He purred. You felt tears fall from your eyes as you backed against the wall, trying to get away from....him. He chuckled and ran his claws through your hair. "Your so beautiful..." he whispered, his lips inches from your neck. You shivered. "P... please...." you whispered softly. He

You stared at the thermometer on the wall across from you in dismay as sweat dripped down the contours of your face, over the swell of your nose and falling down into the carpet. The red bar was all the way up to a whopping 98 degrees Fahrenheit, or about 36 degrees Celsius—and it certainly was obvious with the air conditioning in your house being broken. Of course, the fact that said house always had something wrong with it and why your father had decided to drag your family out in the middle of nowhere was still a question you pondered about seven months after the move. Wiping more beads of sweat from your flushed skin, (h/c) stickin