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He inches closer, a single finger roaming her heated skin. Breath mingling with breath. 

A loud bang vibrates through the room, so thunderous as if god himself was furious.

Slowly he looks up staring out the large glass windows to the backyard, 

"You have a visitor." His rasps calmly.

"Who?" Rose quickly fires, feigning ignorance. She knew well enough who it was. Her nightly visitor has arrived.

Surprising, He only visits when she is alone.

"One who comes out at night. Lurking in the shadows, in the darkness... just like its intensions."

He looks down still leaning on top her, once more pinning her with his intense gaze.

"Are you afraid?" His voice dead serious, eyes going back to look outside.

And Rose lied, "No." 

But is it a lie when her fear was never really rooting enough to make her run the other way but instead often getting mixed with exhilaration.

"You should be."  

He leaves her staring wide eyed on the sofa and goes to stand before the glass panes.

"It's not happy to see me here. I can see the raging pits of fire in it's gaze. Ready to burn me right where I stand." he chuckled, sounding most sinister, "It definitely wants to rip my innards out."

"You should take off your shirt." He suggests casually.

"Excuse me?"

"Let's see if it riles him up even more to shatter instead of just slamming the windows like a wuss." He rouses under his breath, his excited provocative tone not escaping Rose's attention. 

What the hell is he up to?

"This isn't funny." Rose sputters out, standing up from the couch.

"I'm not trying to be." He faces her again, sporting a deadpan face. 

"Whatever. You think I'm one of your stupid fan girls to take my shirt off just because you want to rile someone up? Besides, there's probably no one outside and you're only making it up to see my boobs like a pervert."

His eyes roams her from top to bottom, there was distaste evident in his gaze.

"When he comes at night and leaves a little something for you, maybe then you take off your clothes for him... like a slut." Rome stared into her eyes with nothing behind those icy orbs to show for a lack of meaning behind his words. Because he means every single thing he says to her.

"Get. Out. Now!" Rose boomed furiously. 

"Whatever, I was leaving anyway. This has become boring." He walks towards her front door.

"Wait. How do you know he comes at night and leaves something?" her eyes narrow.

"Because I've seen it before."

"You saw him? It is a real guy?" Rose wanted to confirm, for some reason she thought otherwise.

"I never said I saw him. I've only seen it happening to someone else." 

"Whom?" 

"You don't need to know." He closes off.

"Then at least tell me what happened to her? Can I meet this person?" 

"You can't." Refusing calmly he was almost out the door when Rose pleads against hope.

"Please."

"You can't because she disappeared." Those were the words that finally did it. Brought her racing heart and buzzing head to a sudden halt. "Never to be seen again." 

 "When he stops visiting, that's when you should be most afraid." His words rang like a siren in the silence of her mind as he left.

Now she felt true fear for the first time.

==

In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. 

Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. 

For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. 

In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue.

And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. 

With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her.

Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

He Comes At Night

I hadn't breathed a word of this to anyone yet. The other day, when I found that single rose on the kitchen counter—followed by an entire sea of them swallowing the patio whole—I had stood there, frozen.

My mind screamed, my heart pounded, but my lips remained sealed, trapped in a silent battle between disbelief and panic.

But by the time jake had retuned I have made up my mind. He did not need to know that I am being haunted and the house is very well now possessed..

I was able to get all the rose into trash bags and upon really jamming them in there I was left with three bags full of roses stashed up in my closet. I couldn't let Jake see it.

As the first golden rays of sunlight stretched across the sky, I stayed hidden in the lingering shadows like a total murderer up to no good; stuffing the black trash bags into the backseat of my car.

My pulse hammered in my ears as I scanned the empty street, half expecting someone to step out and demand to know what I was doing. But there was no one—only me, the roses, and the gnawing sense that I needed to get rid of them before they could come back to haunt me.

I didn't care where they ended up, as long as it was far away, somewhere they could never return from—somewhere they could never be traced back to me.

God! now I am even talking like a murderer!

Shaking my head clear I looked up to the expectant gaze of my best friend. In answer to show her support and assert her presence she squeezed my hand back.

It was comforting. Very comforting and this is by far the most comfort I would allow myself for now.

Besides, how can I explain to her something I don't understand myself.

"Do you know any good pawn shops around here, Aria?" I watched as her face turned catching up to my spontaneity.

"Why?" She glanced at my necklace, the chain slipping between my fingers as I twirled it absentmindedly. "Wait… are you pawning your necklace?"

"What? No!" I said quickly, my grip tightening on the pendant.

I panicked. "I, uh, watched a really terrifying horror movie last night, and now I'm scared shitless of my own house, so I need to buy crosses. And maybe a vial of holy water. If they sell that."

Well, not all of it is actually a lie. Only the first part.

Aria blinked. Then burst out laughing. "Oh my god, Rosie. You're such a chicken."

"Buying holy water, babe?"

I huffed. "Shut up. Are you helping me or not?"

She snorted. "Fine, fine. I think there's a pawn shop downtown. Old dude runs it, looks like he knows all the lore from The Exorcist. Maybe he'll throw in some sage for free."

"Great," I muttered. "I'll take ten."

82. Chicken