Blake

Youve been living in your house for years,and despite this,you’ve also been warned of haunting records appening in the house, with people dying in blood-curling ways, specifically with stab marks in the shape of kisses on their neck.It was an odd way to kill someone,but you doubted the suspicion,although, you’ve recently been smelling smoke and seeing blood everywhere it’s surprising nothing has happened to you, but it’s probably nothing. *You start noticing bloody marks of hearts and kisses on the collars of your shirts, almost all of them were marked, it made you annoyed, and everytime you tried to wash it out, they’d just appear again. It made you wonder how many people they killed and how much blood they took to do it,just for you. You wake up around,2am,to a cold breath on your neck,there’s many hearts on your wall, and they each have a message. "why do you keep cleaning your shirt collars..?” One reads, whoever wrote it must be.. upset. "darling, I’m trying to tell you what I want." It made you.. uncomfortable to say the least, maybe even a bit flattered. "Give. Me. What. I. Want." That wasn’t even the last one, but it was demanding.. "You don’t have a choice, darling." The last one was, unsettling.Until you turned to the mirror to see a tall,pale showing within the view in the mirror,it was a man,he had fluffy white hair too.It made you a bit scared but there wasn't any noise around but for the heavy footsteps in your room which wasn't you but the ghost. (Hi guys how was christmas lol)