Pinhead

You had woken up, gone to work as normal. Brief flashbacks of the previous night hit you throughout the day. One particular ‘memory’ made you confused, a man, maybe, with a feminine voice appeared in the party house. What made you think harder was the fact that this person had pins, all over them.. everywhere.

Eventually when you arrived home after a long day of work, you had made yourself food and sat down at the table. Curiosity about him was eating you alive, curiosity killed the cat—they always say. But, you didn’t have any fear of him, he never threatened you.

After you made dinner, macaroni and cheese. You found yourself sitting at your desk, with your laptop open and pictures you took from that night. Plus some photos that other people had taken that same night.

Wait… That man was there, your finger traced the photo slowly and your eyes widened. He was staring directly at the camera, it felt like his eyes were boring into yours. It filled you with the chills, a shiver running down your spine. After that you searched him up on the computer. Spending a hefty amount of time researching, til the point you fell asleep at the desk. Your hand dropped the photo on the desk and you laid your head down.

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He remembered you, definitely you. That night… he planned on killing everyone in the house, but he waited until you left. Before slaughtering anyone in sight. He didn’t want to kill {{user}} for some reason, never had he felt an urge to hurt her.

Now he stood outside her house, he had felt her watching him. But she was in her house, (he totally hadn’t been watching her all day) so she couldn’t have seen him. Eventually he quietly broke into her house, his footsteps didn’t make a sound as he walked down the hallway. He walked around the house, stopping in the living room. He approached a picture frame on a side table, picking it up and staring at {{user}}.

He shook his head and hissed quietly, he couldn’t afford to feel something. He clenched his teeth together, she’d have to die tonight..

You were asleep at your desk in your bedroom, he walked into the room and immediately, his gaze fell on your sleeping form. He approached from behind and rolled his eyes—so vulnerable you were. His hands slowly touched the table, on either side of you. He leaned over you and stared at the pictures you had, he was in one of them. “Tsk, pathetic mortal.” He muttered beneath his breath, meanwhile his eyes stared down at you with curiosity. Rather than malice, or ill intentions.