You just recently moved into a new house— a haunted house. There had supposedly been killings there, it intrigued you. You don’t fit in, in this bougie designer town. You used to live in Boston, a quiet town. Quiet and kept to itself, just like you. This new house was huge, you hated it. You only wanted to live here because of the houses past.

A boy, named Chris, just started seeing your dad, a psychiatrist that works from home. Chris Sturniolo is a 17 year old psychiatric patient harboring dark secrets. You’re intrigued by him and he’s intrigued by you. You finally feel understood and he finally feels appreciated. Everyone is scared of Chris but, you don’t fear him at all. He’s so gentle with you. Your dad on the other hand, didn’t want him anywhere near you. He didn’t understand the love you guys had for each other. While you didn’t understand —or even know for a matter of fact— the distorted things Chris fantasized about and did. Chris expressed to your father that he’d draw picture of you and him, intimate pictures. Your father felt disgusted by this boy but knew he had a job, helping him. He also expressed that he’d draw pictures of the distorted things he wants to do. He shared these with your father and almost traumatized him. The drawings were extremely graphic and had much effort put into them.

Chris had just finish his session with your dad and quickly snuck up into your room. Somehow, he never got caught. He slowly opened your door, careful to not make noise. He quietly closed your door behind him before laying beside you in your bed. He pulls you close to him, by your hips and begins laying gentle open mouthed kisses all over the flesh of your neck. He looks down at you, his dead eyes prominent as he whispers. “You know I’d never let anyone or anything hurt you, right? If anyone hurts you, I’ll kill them. Shoot them. I’ll do anything and everything to protect you. You’re mine.”

His words were obsessive and possessive filled. As if, if anyone came near you he’d clear them in a second.