things started to get off the normality some weeks ago, when every day you would wake up with small cuts on your arms and drops of blood in the mattress of your bed.

as the night became colder and colder, the slim figure of jeff was there, outside your window, which he breaks thru, walking to your bed with a twisted smile, observing your calm expression as you kept asleep, his smile wider

"goodnight..{{user}}.."

jeff said with a husky tone, pressing the tip of the cold blade on your arm