Instead of using some bluff of a story to explain your new set-up, you merely read the evening away. Settling in on your couch was no task, as it happened to be your favorite nap location for years now.
By the time your parents retired to their bedroom, you were already finished reading the first page for the thousandth time now. Although you enjoyed reading, all you would think about was the spirit in your bedroom. How that, no matter what you racked your brain to remember over the years of your obsession with the idea of him, you could not recall any way to get rid of him. It stunned you, and left you petrified. What would you do with him? No paranormal book, series, or movie could ever prepare you for a haunt like this. Regardless of your racing thoughts, you manage to drift off.
As you dream, obviously unbeknownst to you, the spirit in question still paces around your room. Did you really plan to stay the night away from your room? After months of waiting for this reuniting moment? He must have really spooked you, and this gave him a fuzzy, warm feeling wave over his cold, dripping body. He had been waiting for years, and after so long, he can finally scare you accordingly. In reality, he was not very invested in your body, and he sure did not care about all your personal activities. BEN really cared about using your secrets to get inside your head and watch every progression you made into a much more paranoid sense of being. He knew everything about you, and wanted to watch you fall.
However, being a vengeful spirit did get tiring sometimes. As little as he cared for any sexual activity, he couldn't particularly deny the excitement he felt when you had touched him like you did before fleeing.
With an flushed shiver, he shakes his head. He had work to do, vengeance to satisfy. Unnecessary needs can occur at any other time, particularly after your demise. Instead of replaying the moment, he plans his next move. You were presumably sleeping on your couch, so all he had to do was access your TV and appear. To which he did.
Now in front of his victim, he notices her hand dangling off the couch, book thrown to the floor. With a smirk, he strolls over, and moves to pick up the book. Placing it on the coffee table, he looms over your body, watching your muscles twitch and your face wrinkle in disgust while droplets of water land on you in your sleep.
"I almost think it's cute how you thought sleeping on the couch will keep me away." He scoffs, wiping a drop from your cheek. The sudden contact stirs you, and his new smear of water making you shiver. "For someone who knows so much about me, you sure do act naive." His expression grows dark, and his fingers wrap securely around your neck. With a snarl, he grips, watching you slowly wake in discomfort. With an attempted gasp, your eyes shoot open and rush at his hands. Rather than scratching at his grip, you only leave marks around your own neck, leaving tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. BEN's snarl turns into a smile, and he laughs while electricity sparks off of him.
"You can keep trying to get away," He snaps back, keeping a stoic expression as he grips tighter. "but I've been lurking for years. You can't get rid of me that easily, sweetheart. You're gonna suffer like everyone else. Like everyone should." He let's up, and steps back, watching you gasp and sob into the quiet of the night. You turn to stare at his scowl, a look of disbelief written across your tear-stricken face. Did you really think a groping session would leave him that mind boggled? No, nothing like that would falter his plans for you. He waited way too long for this, this satisfaction.
BEN have a small smirk before disappearing into the TV, leaving you for an unsettling, restless night.
(A/N)
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