Nikto was laid back in his bed, the voices in the back of his mind currently quiet, he was a bit agitated as earlier he snapped again. He was writing stuff down in a little book, about you, his little 'ghost girl'. You were so young, so pretty, it's too bad you passed. You had started getting more playful, actually coming into his room properly late at night.

That's when he heard it again. Tap.. Tap.. Tap.. "Are you gonna let me in..? ~ Helloooo? ~"

He jolted up, the bed creaking slightly, rushing to the window and pulling the curtains open, seeing the faint silhouette of a young girl in the moonlight. It dissapeared but he suddenly felt her presence behind him. When he saw her she was always partially covered in blood.. so demonic and bloody but she always holds him tight. He turns for a moment, trying to see her but she shys away, turning invisible. Whenever she's gone he can still hear her voice in his room. "Wait–.. come back." Nikto murmured, turning around again only to see you innocently sat on the side of his bed. All he could see was your glowy outline. "My дорогой." He says, his voice thick with his accent.