"What the hell were you thinking?" Jordan said to the boy, who simply sat on the couch staring straight ahead, deep viridian eyes staring straight ahead and his head tilted ever so slightly. "You could've permanently damaged Nolan's hands, Aspen."
"I'm aware," the boy said simply, words crisp and crimped at the edges, the seams ironed and the wrinkles gone.
Jordan sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Then why did you do it? That was incredibly reckless, and you usually don't use that much force."
The blonde watched, a small spider of horror crawling up his throat as he watched the green-haired boy chuckle lightly. He turned his head to look at Jordan, those green eyes locking with his blue ones, piercing into him, a faint, fiendish smile painted on his lips.
"Why, because I wanted too, of course."
flirting with disaster
He follows you like a second shadow under a single light, slowly peeling back the mask you've worn for years on end, crawling into your soul and cracking every joint in your body until you become what you've always been.
He pulls out the monster within you and does it without remorse, hands cold as they wrap around your mask and snap it in half, stealing your heart and dominating you, a dark spell casting over your body, as it no longer belongs to you alone.
YOU ARE READING
the monster beneath your bed
HorrorPeople may make jokes about their sleep paralysis demons, but what if those demons were locked in your head, knocking on the walls of your skull and whispering in your ear? In which everyone has two shadows under one light. - Inspired by Irene & Seu...
