Lost Boy / Michael Myers

" Glad, you can't see. "

You turned around while feeling scratched paneling on your walls. You brushed your fingers against paneling and bumped into one of the doors, you shakily moved your hand while turning a doorknob and entering inside. You heard footsteps from behind you as you turned around and closed doors immediately. AS you took a step forward you felt on the ground, as your fingers touched wool, it seemed like a carpet. You heard doorknob twisting as you crawled in the right side, but you didn't know what's there until your head hit bed's strip.  You growled while standing up somehow and grabbing something which was laying on the cabinet? You turned around while touching the bed corner and were ready who was behind that door. Doors twisted open as heavy steps were heard. You finally managed to speak with a shaky voice.

" Who are you? What d-do you need f-from me? " You asked while there was silence until heavy steps were coming closer. Of your afraidness, you managed to move backward as you hit cabinet and almost felt when the arm grabbed yours and held you in a steady way. You grabbed something who was in your hand tighter and spoke.

" Please if you are burglar you can take anything PLEASE! " You said while a soft move on your hand started moving. It felt like that person who was standing in front of you gently took a weapon which was in your hand and dropped it on the floor. You looked scared while a soft thumb pad brushed against your cheek and landed on your lips. When someone finally managed to speak.

" You can't see me? " A harsh male's voice sounded through your ears as you nodded and spoke

" Yes, I can't. Could you tell me who you are? " You asked while placing your hand on his face while remembering his face details. He grabbed your hand from his face and placed near his lips, you felt his soft, wet lips brushing against your finger pads. You smiled while giggling as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

" I am glad that you can't see me. I'm looking terrible. " A man said as you once again placed your hand on his cheek.

" From my fingers feeling, I think you look absolutely beautiful. " You answered with a smile, hopefully, he smiles too.

" You think so? " He asked while placing his hand on your cheek.

" Yes. " You heard him laughing as you felt warm breathing near your neck, it seemed like his face was closer to yours.