"I'm not going insane. This all needs to stop, fucking hell." I said, not really knowing if it was to convince myself or everyone around me. I heard him shuffling in the background. "I'm not a fucking psychopath-" A sharp sting arose in my neck, accompanied by a burning sensation. The man bent down in front of my chair and his chilling eyes gazed into mine. "Now have a good sleep, you lunatic." rankings: 4/9/20 #181 in psychological #16 in harryfanfiction #65 in psycho-thriller 4/22/20 #115 in psychotic