Dead Love
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The sound of a piano flew right into my ears and to my brain. Who could possibly be playing the piano at this time of the night? I stumble out of bed and walked towards my creaky door. I slowly open the door, the shriek of the door emit from the hinges and echoed throughout the house. Good job Grace. I held my breath, taking small steps on my toes and made my way down the hallway. My heart started to beat faster every step I took. Once I got to the stairs, I looked over the railing to see if I can see who is playing the piano. At that very moment my heart stopped beating and I could not breathe. Sitting at the piano sat a young boy around my age dressed in white with blood splattered on his shirt. His face was as white as snow with no color at all, and he looked as dead as a ghost. "Hello Grace," the bloody boy spoken, and he didn't even care to glance at me, "it's nice of you to join me."
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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