Your family had moved from Cresentvile, Virginia to New York. Now, you were back.

The main reason you left was due to the disappearance of several girls nearby...including your sister.

For the first few weeks you were there, you were doing well...until you started noticing something. More like somewhere. No matter where you were, you always seemed to see the same blond boy everywhere. Outside your dorm. Outside your classes. Across from your lunch table.

You decided to ignore it, until things started going missing. Your clothes, cosmetics, toiletries, hell, even your toothbrush. And even then, you still ignored it.

You continued to ignore it. One day, you walked into your dorm to see the blond boy sitting on your bed, as if he was supposed to be there. You opened your mouth to scream, until you were shushed by him.

"Sorry. I hate to intrude. Trina let me in, by the way." You just stare at him for a second. Did your roommate really let him in?

“I'm Spencer, by the way." The Norwegian accented boy says casually, tapping his thin, pallid fingers against your bedside table.