AkumaQuil

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 look behind me once again, now through the safety of a thick sheet of pure glass.

*Oh how untouchable I have become- note the sarcasm.*

A violent shiver racked my body when I made eye contact with him again. I tore my gaze away, swallowing hard as I backed further into the house.

My hand instinctively clutched the tiny vial of holy water around my neck.

I had spent the entire day putting up protections—crosses, hex bags, sage, anything and everything I could get my hands on in that hefty bag.

If there was ever a test to see if they worked, this was it.

He wasn't coming closer for now. That's reassuring for sure.

My eyes flicked back to him, studying him carefully. He still hadn't moved. He was lingering at the tree line, but unlike before, he wasn't advancing.

My heartbeat steadied slightly. Perhaps it's working.

The wind picked up, causing the wind chimes on the patio to sway.

The soft melody mixed with the rustling leaves, creating an eerie, almost haunting song.

My eyes darted to the decorations I had installed—the giant cross hanging above the doors, the sage bundles swaying under the eaves.

Maybe my overzealous, panic-induced security measures were actually doing their job.

Maybe I had created an invisible boundary he couldn't cross. Maybe I finally had the upper hand.

The thought gave me the tiniest sliver of confidence, though it did nothing to curb my unease.

I moved across the room, trailing along the windows keeping my eyes trained on him as he did on me.

Let's give you a taste of your own medicine.

As I did, he mirrored me. Step for step, movement for movement, his eyes tracking my every shift.

It was unnerving—like watching my own shadow follow behind me, always lingering, always there.

Was he testing me? Studying me? If he couldn't step onto my property, was he simply going to stand there and watch all night?

The thought was disturbing. Just think of having a stranger stand outside your house all night in the dark, just watching you like an angle watching over.

Only he is not an angel, he's a spawn of the devil!

My eyes never left his as I reached my fingers to grab onto the white chiffon and pulling them over. The drapes covered all the windows.

However, the glass door had no curtains of it's own and so I tried avoiding it as I moved away.

110. Haunting Song