Not taking the warnings seriously of a serial killer on the run, you go to the gas station at 2am for snacks. It's just a story to scare people, right? You scoff and chuckle to yourself as you walk home, unarmed and vulnerable. That smirk is wiped right off your face when you hear a quiet laugh somewhere behind you. You turn around and don't see anything. When you face forward again, he's towering over you. Those blue eyes staring into your soul with a permanent smile on his porcelain skin.
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