Hearing the door creak open, he snapped his fingers and disappeared into the shadows.

"No, no! Don't be scared, please don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you." Her body started to relax, and slowly, I bent to pull her off the ground. Her touch was electric; my hands were on fire as I clutched both of hers in mine. "You're in the Middle World right now." "What?" "Look down. You're looking a little... ghostly."

"I am Whitney Elson. I like engaging sex with band members and killing them after the pleasure. That's my job. That's my obsession. I am the product of my horrible past. And Michael Clifford from 5 Seconds Of Summer is my next victim."

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