His to haunt or his to protect.

Part 4

I saw red.

 I saw fucking red.

My whole room was lit red. Blood red.

Every light in my room, down to the lamps on the nightstand, glowed red. What I saw next urged me to flee like a maniac. Through my window, the moon hung full—a bloody red sphere. To confirm, I flung open the window, only to affirm the moon's eerie hue.

 Is this a prank or some shit?

 But how can the bloody red moon be a prank?

 I think my own brain is playing mind games with me. Hence, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to compose myself.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the picture of the handsome man hung on the wall.

 Damn!...... he is disgustingly handsome!

 Why the hell does this man makes me feel weird things whenever I look at his picture?

 As I was staring at the portrait, I felt a presence behind me.

I turned around and maybe that was the worst decision I made so far, as I'm definitely going to have nightmares for a long time because of it.

 There was a man standing on the balcony of this room. I wasn't able to see who he actually was, that bastard was hiding in the dark. But I was goddamn sure that was a man because of his tall and lean muscular built. 

"Kyle! Is that you?" I asked.

 He kept standing there, I can feel his stare on me even though I can't see his eyes.

 He did not utter a single word.

 "James?!" I guessed.

 No answer.

 He doesn't even move a bit. This man is seriously testing my patience.

"HEY, ASSHOLE!... I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS IS SOME KIND OF A PRANK! I WON'T HESITATE TO KILL YOU WITH MY CAMERA'S TRIPOD!!" I yelled at him. I hope the doors of the balcony aren't soundproof. I am certain this is not a prank, as I can still observe the blood-red moon through the open window. It appears supernaturally large and hella red.

I was petrified, utterly terrified. Although his face was hidden from view, his intense stare seemed to penetrate me.

 I longed to scream at the top of my lungs, yet no sound would emerge. The only barrier preventing his entry was the balcony's glass door, and I had no desire to open it, well aware that curiosity could have fatal consequences.

Thus, I opted for the most sensible course of action.

I ran.

I bolted like a lunatic.

Exiting the room, I swiftly shut the door behind me.

"Mia...?" A soft voice caused me to whirl around.

 It was Chloe, dressed in her pajamas, looking at me with concern. She came closer. I straightened up instantly, pretending all was normal.

"Oh, hey Chloe," I managed to say.

 I must have looked as if I'd encountered a specter. Perhaps I had.

"Is something the matter?" she inquired, drawing nearer and touching my arm softly, her voice filled with worry.

"Absolutely not!" I exclaimed, forcing a smile. For some reason, I felt it best to keep the earlier events to myself.

 "I'm just not feeling quite myself," I admitted.