Her eyes start to droop, her head lolls, and the diary begins to slip from her black-painted fingers. She jolts awake, her eyes rounding before she settles down. I bite my lip, too many feelings invading my chest. Giving up pretenses, she snaps the journal shut, slides it on her nightstand and clicks off the light. Instantly, the room goes black. The moonlight filtering through the balcony doors casts shadows across the room, creating monsters out of wooden furniture. The only real monster in this house is me. Once her breathing deepens, I slowly slide the closet door open and wait in the shadows, making sure she hasn’t awoken. Just as I go to take a step, a burst of ice blooms across the back of my neck. Goosebumps rise on my skin as I turn my head and look around in the closet, fighting against the urge to chatter my teeth. It’s an unnatural cold, and it’s not the first time I’ve felt it. But whatever is breathing down my neck isn’t going to deter me. I feel its eyes on me, and I hope I meet its stare so it can see I’m not the least bit afraid. Seeing nothing, I turn and step out into the room. The chill recedes as I make my way over to her bed. I’m tempted to brush her hair away from her face, but I know it'll wake her. She senses danger easily, and I know she’s going to catch me soon. A large part of me wants her to. There’s a depravity in my mind that enjoys seeing her scared. I want to see her scream because I know every time she gets scared, my little mouse gets turned on, too. It makes the blood rush straight to my cock, and I want more than anything to show her exactly how hard I can make her scream. But the softer part of me wants to watch her sleep in peace. Especially because I know [’Il bring her so little of it when she’s awake. Slipping the rose out of my pocket, I lay it on her nightstand. She’ll freak out in the morning, and I’Il make sure to play the video back so I can see it and find joy in her terror. She stirs, and a loud noise disturbs the air. Something between a snore and snorting like a pig. I bring my fist to my mouth, biting down hard to keep the laughter from exploding out of me. Immediately, I turn and exit the room, struggling immensely in keeping quiet. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a noise like that come out of anybody, let alone someone that looks as cute as Addie does. I’ve tortured and killed a lot of people, and that was... that was unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It’s only when I’m out of the house that I let loose a bark of laughter.