You're in the living room floor having having sleepover with a group of friends.

Everyone lit up a candle because you started to tell a spooky story

"Once upon a time, there were a bunch of girls having sleepover." You began, "Little did these girls know, there was a handsome stalker that had been watching th—"

One of your friends interrupted the story and shivered because of the cold wind.

"Wait, can someone close the window?" She asked, "I'm cold."

You sighed and put your candle down, "Fine, I'll do it."

You got up from the floor and walked over to the furthest window.

You slammed it shut, but before you could lock it you saw something outside.

You squinted your eyes and leaned close to the window.

A pair of handsome eyes are staring right at you.

You're eyes widen and you took a step back.

The man outside is big and strong and could easily over power you and your friends.

You tried to lock it, but it was too late.

He opened the window and pushed it open. Your friends looked over at you and started screaming.

"Oh my God!"

"Run!"

"Let's get the fuck out of here!"

Instead of running with your friends, your feet seemed stuck and glued to the ground and you watch him crawled in.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your story." He said, "How about I make a new story?"

You watched as he made his way towards you.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl," He swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist, "That just met her husband."

His lips were suddenly in yours.