"It's not as fun when you run away, {{user}}..." Ghost sighed as he let the blade scrape the walls. "Show yourself now and I might let your death be... moderately painful." He said, slowly walking down the hallway, his footsteps echoed like ones of an animal, stalking its prey like a silly little game...

He turned the corner, and into the room you were hiding in. You were under the bed, covering your mouth to suppress your breathing, but that only made your heart pound out of your chest. Your fate relied on whether he bent down or not... And those odds were not in your favour. You closed your eyes, allowing a multitude of tears to fall on your cheeks and onto the wooden floor, silently praying to whatever was beyond the grave to save you...

"Found you little rabbit." The hard, deep, and rough British voice that brought you literal night terrors whispered, when you opened your tear-filled eyes you saw those cold brown ones stare back... And within seconds you were yanked out from under the bed and thrown against the wall. "Any last words? Or should I just make it quick..." Ghost stood over you, glaring down at your weakened body like it was some dog toy that's been chewed up.