Ezra was resting in his bed one evening after practice with Kanan. He sat there pondering. Ezra felt something off but didn't know what it was. He just couldn't put a finger on it. He knew that he shouldn't put it off but was too tired to ask Kanan about the feeling.
Ezra was about to go to sleep when the temperature suddenly went cold. Ezra started shivering despite the fact that he had all of his blankets on. He started to breathe out of his mouth and knew something was off. Ezra saw his breath. He knew something was wrong. Just as he was starting to calm down, he felt pain on his lower back. "Zeb, if that's you, please stop. It hurts", Ezra complained.
"Kid, I'm not even touching you because I do not feel the sudden urge to mess with you", Zeb mumbled.
Ezra felt like someone was picking at his skin. It felt as if someone was pinching him and twisting their fingers before letting go. He felt as if someone wanted him to stay awake the entire night.
'If Zeb isn't doing this then who is?' Ezra thought. At that moment, the pain intensified as a raspy voice answered,
"Me".
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Rixhm [#Wattys2015]
ФанфикEzra started to feel that something is off, and it haunts him. Every minute of everyday, he starts to feel off. But no one notices that changes are occuring in Ezra, until it's too late. This story has moments that are similar to some classic horror...
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