You look at the man with the ghost mask. He is leaning against the doorframe of your room. A shiver runs down your spine. He tilts his head. "Scared, sweetheart?"

Your heart is racing. "No." you say quietly.

He pushes himself away from the door and walks towards you, staring intently at you as you step back. He stops in front of you and your hind legs touch the bed.

"So pretty when you look at me like that." he says, sliding his hand up your arm to your chin.

"Like what...?" you breathe.

"Like you can't wait for me to finally kiss- kill you."