CHAPTER TWO

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I put all of the scary stuff behind me and decided to begin unpacking. I opened up my suitcases and started putting the clothes inside the dressers and closets that were already in my room. I had most of the furniture moved in last week so that all I would have to do is unpack all of my stuff. As I was finishing up, I found my favorite hoodie. It was a baby blue hoodie with my old number and last name on the back from when I played football at my old school. I set it off to the side along with some sweatpants so I could get changed for bed. I placed them on the chair behind me and then turned back around to finish packing up the last few outfits that remained in my bag.

When I finished I turned back around to grab my outfit that I had placed out on the couch but I noticed that my hoodie wasn't there, just the sweatpants. I looked around frantically while trying to find it. 𝘕𝘰, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰! 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦! I looked around frantically before my eyes widened at the sight before me. 

There, laying lazily on my bed, was some random dude with MY sweatshirt on. I quickly jumped back so I was leaning against the wall and I spoke shakily, my voice cracking at my words, "W-W-Who are y-y-you?!" He looked over to me while smirking and my eyes widened even more at the sight of him. His eyes were a piercing red color, and I felt my body begin to shake as he stood before me. He smirked even bigger before getting up off the bed and making his way towards me. If even possible, I sank further into the wall with every slow step he took. When he was right in my face, his piercing red eyes staring back at my warm brown ones, he gripped both my hands tightly in one of his so that I couldn't move them. He placed the other firmly against my mouth so I couldn't yell. I felt tears stream down the side of my face as he leaned in close to my ear and spoke in a deep and demanding voice, "I'm the demon that lives in this apartment, this is MY Apartment. And when I remove my hand from your mouth, you're not gonna yell and your not gonna talk back to me, because as long as we're both living here, you. Are. Mine. You got that?"

I nodded my head very sheepishly at him and he slowly removed his hand from my mouth. Tears streamed down my face and he eventually let got of my hands, his previously cold and lifeless expression now replaced with a much softer one as he looked at me with sad eyes. I was obviously intimidated by his gaze, so I averted mine to my shoes, staring intently at my feet in fear of what he would do to me. He gently reached his hand up and gripped my chin, bringing my gaze back to his. I whimpered out of fear at his touch and he looked me up and down while still having a firm grip on my face. He moved my head around a little bit so he could examine my features a bit more before he let go of my face. He grabbed my wrist firmly and began leading me towards my bed with me following him fearfully while thinking of what he could possibly want with me.

"I'm Tayler." He said while sitting me down on the bed and he sat right next to me. I stared at him for a bit of time before I took a deep breath and said, "T-Tony." He nodded his head slightly and said calmly, "I'll leave you be for tonight, I'll just be in the walls for a bit, so if you hear anything at night don't be alarmed." I nodded my head slowly at him and sniffled before giving him a weak smile. He returned it and then stood straight up off of the bed and walked towards the wall next to the bathroom door. Without warning, he walked straight into the wall and it was as if he wasn't even here in the first place.

I sighed shakily before I grabbed the sweatpants from earlier and a new hoodie. I walked into the bathroom and took a shower, my mind clouded with the events that unfolded before me. I got out and got dressed. When I finished I walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the couch in my living room. I needed some company. I grabbed my phone and started dialing my best friends number. It rang about two times before he picked up, "Hey bro, what's up? How's the new place?"

"Will you come over right now?!"

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