(Y/n) loved her blanket. No not loved, she was obsessed with that blanket she had that blanket with her all the time. It was as if she was attached to it.
Morgan's pov
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Today I was going to (y/n)'s house. I NEED to know why she keeps that blanket with her at ALL times, I think she showers with it. I rang the doorbell waiting for (y/n) to answer the door. I waited for 10, maybe 15 minutes. I was genuinely worried she doesn't take long to get to the door. I opened the door "hmm, surprisingly unlocked" walking to the computer room where she usually is and there she is dead, with the blanket and chair blood spilling from her torso. I just couldn't stay any longer and ran home too shocked to close the door to (y/n)'s house. Now I just sit and think about it on a restless night thinking was the blanket attached to her hip.
