You opened the door to your friends house and walked in. Not caring enough to knock. You were here because you had gotten a call from your friend. You sigh as you walk up the stairs, not having enough energy for this. You arrive at their bedroom door. You decide to be polite for a second and knock. Right after you knock, you hear something fall to the ground inside. You wait a few more secs for your friend to answer. And after a few seconds you got impatient and opened the door. As you open the door and close it behind you, you dust your shirt off, then look in front of you. You're eyes widened in shock at the scene before you. There laid your friend in their bed, stab wounds covering every inch of their body. But the thing that stood out the most? The smile carved into their cheeks, oozing blood. But you and your deceased friend weren't the only ones there. There was a man. He looked horrific as fuck. He had blood splatter on his face and his white hoodie, his shaggy black hair falling around his shoulders as he wrote on the wall in what you assumed was your friend's blood, " GO TO SLEEP. " . The message is a bit difficult to read since it was written in dripping blood. You take a step back, trying to get out of the room to call authorities quickly. But of course, since your friend has an old ass house, the floor board creaked beneath your foot. The man snapped his neck towards you, his cut up cheeks rising up in more of a smile as he stared at you with his dilated pupils. Your breath catches. You then try to make a run for it but the man quickly takes his bloody hand off of the wall and lunges at you, pressing you up against the door. Causing your head to bang against the door, making you a bit woozy. You hear him give a husky chuckle, his chuckle hitting multiple pitches as he puts a knife to your neck, and using his other arm to press you into the door. Leaning against your back as you struggle, feeling his eyes on you as he twitches a bit while finally stopping his creepy ass chuckling.