𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 || a.i

Chapter 5

(3rd person pov)

"Wow what a creep" Michael said out loud, which caused Rebbeca to look at him "Huh?" She said.
"Did you see how that dude wouldn't stop staring at you, pedo bear" he said, "Phil isn't that The Reaper? I heard about those horrible things he did."
Phil nodded "Ashton Irwin, the most wanted serial killer in the US, he goes by 'The Reaper' that guy cant be fixed he's damaged for good."

At least he's attractive Rebbeca thought, she felt tingly just rethinking what had happened.

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The night was boring for Rebbeca, she soon started to feel more comfortable being at the asylum. It wasn't as scary as she thought it would be, she at least appreciated Michael being there to make bad jokes and comment on unnecessary things.

"Hey Rebbeca, lets go see some crazy people" Michael said as he grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her into a room with a large window, she could see an old lady through the glass muttering things to herself as she brushed her gray hair. It sent chills down Rebbeca's spine, she soon realized that the window was one of those cool glass tricks. Where it looks like a mirror on one side but it's actually a window on the other side.

"These people are creepy as hell" Michael said, Rebbeca raised her eyebrow at him "Mike these people have gone through a lot, you have no right to call them that" she said, Michael rolled his eyes "Why do you gotta be polite all the time, it's okay to joke around once and then" he replied. "Yeah about non serious things" she said, mike put his hands up in defense and began to walk out. They both entered another room, it was 'The Reaper' he was sitting against the wall still in his straight jacket. His eyes were closed as if he was thinking, Michael began to look around the room all Rebbeca could do is stare at him.

She admired him from the two way mirror, Ashton could sense that someone was staring at him. It was something that he was good at, he opened his eyes and looked all over his room his eyes landed on the mirror he felt a presence from the other side of them mirror. He stared at his reflection hoping that he was staring at the person on the other side. Rebbeca felt alerted when Ashton kept looking straight at her, Michael felt creeped out. He poked the glass and Rebbeca quickly stopped him "I think he knows someone's watching him" She whispered.

"How the fuck does one know though" Michael said, Rebbeca began to walk backwards "I wanna leave" she said. "Well when you think about it, he is a serial killer. You gotta be good at detecting stuff like that" Michael said while he leaned on the mirror. Rebbeca was freaking out from the doorway of the room "Michael I wanna leave now, let's go back with your dad" she ushered. Michael softly laughed "pussy" he muttered, Rebbeca hit him on his shoulder "I'm not a pussy, I was just getting the creeps looking at that guy. Especially when he knew that someone was watching him."