Highest Rank- #11 in paranormallove as of 11th June, 2019. It's dark. It always has been. Since the beginning. Delilah couldn't see anything. She started her sleep walk and hit something hard. Ugh a table lamp. "Where do you think you're going?" a strong sexy British accent sounded. Did anyone live here? But no one replied when she called out. That person came in front of her. His eyes. So grey. Like those clouds on monsoon sky. His strong chest. So masculine. The knife stabbed in his chest. Like- Wait- what?? Kn-kniffee?????