You lay on your bed, finally ready to go to sleep after a heinous day.

It was already 2 a.m.

Way past your bed time.

You closed your eyes and were about to fall asleep when you started hearing knocks. Knocks from.....under your bed.

You let out a sigh. C'mon now. All you wanted was a good night's sleep. Was this too much to ask? And some fucking rats or mice or whatever are having a party under your bed?

But that thought instantly halted when suddenly the night light you always kept on to sleep, went out. Now only moonlight illuminated the room.

"{{user}}-ah~"

A low whisper went past your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.

Now you began freaking out.

WHAT. THE. HELL?!

You were about to reach for your phone but then again.

"Don't even try~"

You froze. Who the hell does this hot voice belong to—

A slow, deliberate creak echoes from beneath your bed. And then—a shadow appeared.

A handsome dude, peering up at you from the shadows. He literally crawled out from under your bed and loomed in front of you, arms on either side of the bed, trapping you where you were seated.

His face bare inches from your stunned one.

His dark, tousled hair falls messily over his sharp—jawline like a blade, lips curled into an eerie smirk. The dim glow of the moon illuminated him.

But what caught your eyes were his eyes. Pitch hollow black like a void with two glowing red irises, looking straight at you, watching you like you're his prey or something.

Okay....he ain't no human that's for sure.

Is he what they call...the boogeyman? Boogeymen were....handsome? That's not what you heard in stories.

You are supposed to be scared outta your mind. But.....you were instead staring back at his handsome face like....a K-pop or K-drama idol.

And then, in a voice so low and velvety he murmured.

"Why are you still awake? You were supposed to be dreaming about me by now..."

A single, dead-cold finger reached up, brushing against your cheek—just barely.

"You scared yet?~"