“Milky white skin and long slender fingers, elegant figure and beautiful long silvery hair. Eyes as blue as the sky and lips the color of the ripest peaches.”
Thats how people described me
And i hated every minute of it.
People would come to my door begging for just one smile, a strand of hair or a piece of clothing.
It was disgusting.
But i could tolerate it.
Or so i thought
But one night, it just got a whole lot creepier.
.
Serena Lavile
*sleeping*
The wind howled and the moon shone down illuminating every leaf on the tree outside her window.
Then the light fell on an unfamiliar figure, sneaking around in her yard.
It got closer and closer, eventually reaching up to open the window.
It was unlocked.
They smiled in triumph as they quietly opened the window and began crawling inside the house.
The floorboards creaked under the weight of the intruder as to warn the woman peacefully sleeping a few steps away.
They made their way into the kitchen, manoeuvring around the dinner table, silently taking in every detail of the small room.
The unwashed dishes in the sink, the little plant standing in the window and the way everything was organised yet messy.
Then they made it to the bedroom.
But
No one was there.
?
?
?
What the-
BAM
?
Ugh..
With a loud thud the stranger collapsed onto the ground seemingly unconscious.
And behind him was a figure, with a frying pan in her hands.
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