"Come on, come on.." Ben grits his teeth, racing down the long hall of the mansion in long strides towards your room.

Zalgo's threat lingered in his mind, repeating like an echo.

"They'll both be gone, soon enough."

He wouldn't let anything happen to you, let alone your unborn baby of his.

That bastard was no match for all the residents of the creepypasta mansion anyways.

Ben swallows, his red irises glancing around, the usual blood dripping down his cheeks.

He knew you were due any day.