y/n pov.
i have always been scared of the dark.
well, scared may not be the best word.
"unsettled" would be more fitting.
the idea of the dark always made me shiver.
it felt as if when i stood there, nothingness spread out in front of me, surronding me, kissing my skin and leaving goosebumps with its touch.
it is absurd, i am aware.
yet i cannont stop it, so should i even try?
i guess not.
but the second i entered that house, as the wind brushed by my face; leaving my face flushed, i knew that if i did not overcome this childish fear, i would be devoured whole by this mansion.
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lovers rock; miles fairchild x reader.
Fanfictionthe dark is where your shadows weep. i obviously don't own the turning or the characters within the film, i only own my ideas. lowercase intended.
