The Night He Came To Me.

The night we met

It was a cold dark night unlike any 9ther and the atmosphere felt thick like something was going to happen. The birds and crickets were eerily silent and not a single owl hoot could be heard. Just the steady slow clunk of boots upon black top, Mikayla was laying in her bed listening to mrcreepypasta on YouTube. She was listening to a creepy pasta about jeffthekiller, her favorite creepy pasta character but to her he was real. And she was in love with him. She loved his cynical view on the world much like hers. She loved how he had no remorse of killing but do it to make himself happy. She pined for him. To meet him. To do many things to him. With him. She sighed and got up and slowly walked into the bathroom dragging her feet. She turned on the shower disrobing then getting in. She washed herself imagining Jeff hands on her body his pale hands on her ample bosom running down her body...she shook her head clearing her thoughts and quickly finished and got out walking naked into her room. She stopped as she felt a breeze and she turned to her window which was wide open. She felt confused as she was sure she had shut it, But she shrugged it off making her way to her closet as she grew close to it pale arms wrapped around her body and pulled her back against a well formed chest and body. A large cold knife was pressed to her throat. "Go to slee-" the figure was cut off when she turned around quickly pinning him to the floor sitting on top of him naked she quickly leaned down and pressed her lips to his nibbling and gently sucking his bottom lip. He moaned then shoved her off. "Are you not afraid of me?" He whispered caught off guard. "Not one bit." She whispered her brown eyes boring into his dark almost black ones. She quickly leapt on him holding him down and he allowed it then rolled her over so he was on top he was perplexed by this girl. She did not fear him but instead wanted him?