Deadly desires (Patrick Hocstetter)

Cold comfort

I awoke to my phone buzzing, a call from my mother.

"(Y/n) your brother is coming with me to work, they have a day care, could you please clean up the house and set things up a bit while we're gone, love you"

Our conversation was short, I peeled myself from the bed scanning my room to find the boy sitting at the end of my bed a cold smirk plastered on his face.

"So it's just you and me, (Y/n)" his words echoed in my brain.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, he stood I don't of me and placed his hands on my hips. I could feel the coolness through my pajama pants, tugging away I shivered.

"Don't touch me" I turned and walked for the door.

He appeared infront of me eyes just as cold as what I had felt of his body.
"Don't walk away from me" hollow words seeped like venom from his lips.

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want" the words came out, and in a blink of an eye I was face to face with my worst nightmare.

The once fairly attractive boy now contorted into a ugly beaten grey monstrosity inching closer to me, rattling sound getting louder as he approached.
I backed up but for ever step I took the vile creature took two.

Inch by inch, step by step, we were in what felt like a never ending battle.

Finally I tripped over a box falling flat on my butt.
The creature seemed to smile at this moving at a rapidly fast pace towards me.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry please" I screamed out hot salty tears running down my face.

My hands came to cover my face as I gasped for air, everything went quite for a moment the rattling coming to a halt.
Cold hands placed themselves on mine lowering them away from my face.

"Open your eyes" his voice was calm, not a hint of regret in them.

I slowly peeled my eyelids open to find the black haired boy returned, sniffling I looked around.
"What...what was that" I spoke fearing I knew the answer.

"It was me dumbass" the boy rolled his eyes his hands sliding to my waist again. Pulling me into a one sided embrace.

"What are you...who are you?" I started crying again, this time it was heavier and I probably looked a hot mess.
Unwilling as a response I wrapped my arms around his cool body, placing my hot face in the crook of his freezing neck.

He rubbed circles on my back, "I'm dead, I thought that was obvious" his snarky remark was expected.

Shaking I tried to back away, his strong grip not allowing me to get to far. Face to face with him again this time our arms and legs tangled together.
"My name is Patrick, Patrick Hocstetter" he whispered out to me.

I nodded, "I saw a flyer online with your picture on it" .

One of his hands came up to wipe the tears from my face, although his was still blank of emotion.

"It was from the eighties, was that when you...died?" I looked into his eyes.

"Yeah, don't ask about it though"  he had a hint of warning in his voice, a twinge of fear played on my face.
He noticed, lightly smiling.

"I think I like you (Y/n), your my new favorite toy" his hands moved up to cup my face, as he leaned closer.

"Better get to cleaning" and with that he disappeared.

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Sorry for short chapter guys, but I hope you enjoy!