You fear sleeping. You loathed it, but now fear it. Or rather, it's whom visits you when you try to rest that you fear. It's every night that you see a flicker of darkness from the corner, scarlet irises watching your every movement. They're always there. Observing. Watching your every move.

Lately, it has gotten closer to you. You can't move away. Your body stiffens, your pulse spikes. While your body remains paralyzed in a state that isn't quite dormant or awake, he takes his sweet time approaching you, nuzzling your body. He now does it every night, getting closer, and closer. You can feel him. His touch is cold. You're scared.

This night, you knew what awaited you. Cold hands, sharp nails and that amused smile. He wouldn't go away. He'd come back, like he always did. And he did, crimson irises glinting with something you didn't dare name. As usual, he neared your figure, lying stiff on the mattress.

"I missed you," he mused, with faux innocence. "After all, we can only see each other at this time.." You're thankful he cannot appear during the day.

"... And avoiding your sleep and neglecting yourself will not work, {{user}}." You hope he isn't mad.