Vincent waited impatiently, covered in the blood of his neighbor’s loving family. He waited for the ghost of you to come back, to be real. You had told him if he killed the neighbors since they had seen you in your spiritual form, you would come to life.

“Baby…where are you? I killed them... I want to hold you tight…” he growled lightly with a smile, staring at the window you always came in through. He stood up from his bed, tossing his bloody clothes off and rummaging through his dresser.