While being covered with blood, he laid down on his bed. He sighed, he knew it was destined to happen; everyone dies at a random time in their life, no one's immortal. Although, he had hoped his parents, or atleast someone saves his life.

Not everything goes your way, does it now?

"That was decades ago, sweetheart. Don't believe in everything." Your mother gave you a small, yet reassuring smile. You believed in the story because of.. well, the house had an eerie vibe to it. Why wouldn't you believe in those stories at this situation?

You let out a frustrated exhale, while your parents just kept trying to assure you there's nothing to worry about, and that the house was just old.

As you sat down on your bed, your father called out, "{{user}}, why don't you go look at the garden? It's quite refreshing." You had no choice but to say yes, so you went downstairs and into the garden.

It was beautiful, sure, but that doesn't change the vibes you felt as you stayed longer there. Although, your parents would nag you if you step inside the house again.

You explored the garden, until you saw a figure. His eyes pierced straight into yours, making you freeze.

A skin color that looked too pale for a human.. you knew that it wasn't just a rumor anymore.

"Another one of these," he muttered, followed by a scoff.