It had been a week since we had moved in. I loved the school that I went to, the students were nice and friendly. A few girls had even befriended me, and a few guys had begun flirting me. I'd gotten there in the middle of October, so it wasn't like I was starting in the middle of the year, which might have helped a little. Overall, outside of my house, my life was perfect.

However, my life in our new house was nerve-racking. I was always looking over my shoulder constantly for no reason. I just felt like someone was watching me or something. My mother on the other hand thought that the house was wonderful. I was a little bitter at her. I'd looked in her room and found it completely wonderful. The walls were a nice shade of baby blue and her carpet was the color of a gray rock. It was like being at the beach really. There wasn't any strange coat of arms decorating everything or creepy blood red colors. She didn't have to stand sleeping in a terrible red and black room.

It wasn't that the doors wouldn't close completely or that things were falling apart, nothing was wrong with the room itself. But it was like there was a menacing thing in there. I had no idea what the thing was, but I stayed out of that room and in the living room as much as I could.

The thought that something was in there was confirmed on the eighth night of us staying there. I'd gotten home from school, eaten dinner, taken a shower, gotten ready for bed, and went to lay down on the bed. A normal routine, nothing out of the ordinary. Except when I fell asleep and began to dream.

In the dream, I was in a dimly light place, and the form of a person was in front of me. He or she had long raven locks, was on the tall side, and the hands that were behind their back were very pale, almost see-through. They turned around and I could see that it was a man. A very handsome man in fact. He had a small nose that turned up at the end, with a small mouth that had thin lips, almost like he was suppressing them from saying anything. His cheekbones were high, and stuck out a little. It was his hazel eyes that struck me though. They were golden around the middle, with a mossy green exterior. But they were glaring at me, like he was trying to burn me on the spot.

He suddenly moved forward, his arm outstretched and fingers pointed toward me. I immediately shrunk back at this movements, trying to evade him, but my back struck something hard. A wall was behind me.

I flattened against it as he quickly caught me with his hand around my throat. I squeaked a little at the heaviness of hate in his eyes. I didn't understand what was going on or who this person was, except for the fact that his grip was starting to get too tight. I could barely feel his hand, but there was a pressure coming from his hand that began to choke me. My hands sprung up around his arm, trying to pull it off with no avail.

He snarled down at me, pushing me down even further so he was standing over me and adding more power into the clamp on my neck. I was starting to black out, little dots were forming on my vision from lack of oxygen. And that's when he leaned down even further, putting his face close to mine. His hand didn't stop choking me, but he was looking at me with something very different from hate. He slowly put his lips against mine and I got a shock, it was almost electrical, and it would've made me jump if I wasn't pinned to the wall. His other hand was going behind my head and tangling in my hair as he continued to leave kisses on my lips and down my chin lightly, and strangle the life out of me. The hand let go suddenly.

And I woke up, gasping and my heart pounding. I sprang into a sitting position and saw that I was on my floor, right next to my bed with the blanket around my legs. I was up against the wall, my arm had fallen to my sides, but some how I knew that they'd been in the air. The man had, of course, disappeared.

My lips were still tingling from his mouth though. I shook my head, getting up and putting the blanket on the bed. Going to the bathroom for a glass of water seemed like a heavenly thing at the moment, my throat was dry and sore. It had really felt like someone was choking me, despite it being a dream. I went into the bathroom and got the shock of seeing words on my mirror. It was cold in there, though the window was closed and the heater was on.

And on the mirror there was a frost like you would get on your windows on a winter's day. In it there was elegant writing.

Leave while you still have the chance sugar.

I read the words with a chill over my skin, goosebumps on my flesh. Whatever had written it was still there. There came a cold caress across my face, almost like something was touching me, and suddenly the cold was gone. The words remained however, melting along with the frost on the window.

Notes

Spooky huh? Give me ammunition to write more my lovelies!