One

A moist feeling underneath your feet wakes you up with an abrupt start. A forest of green surrounds your eyes as you scramble up off the wet grass and try to peer through the mist that is hazed throughout the forest. Peering further into the lurking black woods, a silent gasp escape your lips as you see a shadow in the near distance. Two blood-red eyes peer at you from through the mist.

    Then the shadow begins to step out of the forest and walk towards you. You’re frozen with fear as the shadow slowly becomes the clear form of a man. He stops a few yards away from you but the mist conceals his face from yours. Then the man is gone and you peer further into the mist, searching for the vanishing man. A breath behind your neck stops your hunt, and the man is behind you whispering in a soft croon,

“I’m waiting for you Y/N, I’m waiting...”

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You wake up with a start, sweat beads trailing down your forehead as you look around your room. You recall the dream that has been repeatedly haunting you for the past few weeks. You bring your blankets closer to your body in an attempt to stop your shivering body, though you know that the shaking is not from the cold.

The old grandfather clock across the room lets out a large groan as twelve o’clock passes by.

Walking up from the bed and over to your window, you raise the blinds and open the glass aperture. White moonbeams stream down on your face and you are greeted by a cold breeze as you look out towards the woods that surrounds your house. The mystery of the forest had constantly drawn you towards it, but you were always too nervous of the creatures that could dwell within it to fathom trying to enter it’s dark breaches.

Your blood runs cold as you continue to look towards the shadowed woodlands. You don’t know how, but you can tell… Someone is watching you.

Closing the window and blinds shut swiftly with a thud, your heart begins to speed up in fear as you continue to feel the eyes on you. You climb back into your bed and wrap the covers up to your nose. Sliding your gaze to the right of your room, you are paralyzed by fright as crimson red eyes gaze at you from inside your closet.

    Scrambling up from the bed, you run down your stairs and run to the front door, opening it to welcome the freezing night air. Pulling your velvet cloak off the coathanger, you take a large breath, the vapour billowing into the darkness, before you run out into the night, drawing towards the ancient woods.