Masky Sutton was lying down in her bed, her body curled into a ball. It was cold in her bedroom yet the window was tightly shut. She hated the thought of someone entering her bedroom.
She was finding it hard to fall asleep, it was a gloomy night and she felt anxious - for no particular reason. Masky sighed and took a deep breath. She felt like calling her friend Roya but she knew that Roya would be asleep by now. It was almost 11:56. Close to midnight. It was silent in her bedroom, apart from the thudding of raindrops over her roof. She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep, to no avail.
Suddenly, Masky heard a huge thud on her roof and also faintly heard the sound of someone - a man's - voice. She felt her heart drop with fear and her body felt so cold it was almost as if her blood had froze and turned into ice.
"That smell....." the man's voice muttered. Masky immediatly thought of the strong perfume she had sprayed on herself before she went to bed. She instantly regretted putting it on.
"Wherever you are, I'll find you," the voice went on. It felt as thought it was coming closer to her.
That was when Masky saw the figure from outside her window.
It was a man's figure, he was very tall and wearing a black hat and black suit and his skin seemed eerily pale in the moonlight. He had very prominent side burns going down his face and his body seemed quite muscular and strong.
The man caught sight of Masky lying in her bed. She felt herself break out in a cold sweat - she wanted to scream but she couldn't - and anyway her parents had gone out for the entire weekend. She was alone.
He started opening the window, even though it was locked. Masky couldnt help but gasp - she honestly thought she had locked the window.
"Didnt your parents tell you to lock the window at night?" the man said, a smirk on his face. Masky couldnt find the words to reply so she just lay there, her face paralysed with fear. She could now clearly see the man's face now - he seemed quite young but not that young. Much older then herself. At least in his mid or late twenties.
"You have a pretty face," he continued, still smirking, "And even more pretty eyes,"
Masky felt herself blush slightly, some colour returning to her pale and fear-stricken face.
"Call me Jack," the man said, touching her face. His hands were surprisingly warm - despite the freezing-cold weather outside. They felt nice on her cold face.
"S-s-so you're n-n-not gonna k-k-kill me?" Masky said in a small voice.
"I might've," Jack said. His accent sounded like he was from Liverpool, but there was a slight Cockney feel to it, "But you're far too beautiful to kill, love,"
