My breathe was warm on my frozen skin. The weather wasn’t particularly cold, but the man standing at the end of the hallway made me freeze. He wasn’t making a run for it, or attacking me, he just stood there staring.

Watching me like his eyes were consuming me.

Then without warning, he dashes towards me at full speed. Releasing a gutteral yell so loud my vision blurs. And it all goes black.

First thing I wake up to are a pair of blood red eyes staring into my soul. He was hunched on top of me, digging his nails into my skin. His skin is so cold I want to scream “HE’S NOT HUMAN! I DON’T CARE I’M A MAN HELP ME!” My father would tell me to just man up and fight him but I can’t. I’m paralyzed by fear, and when he gets up and off of me it’s all I can do to lift my head. The man looks down at me before reaching it’s long sharp hand into it’s ragged pocket. I brace myself for what horror the monster will reveal, a knife maybe? Possibly some poison? Then, to my shock, the monsterous man pulled out a slightly wrinkled red rose.

Did he get this for me? What did it mean? He tilted his head to the right, avoiding my line of sight and handed me the rose. I can only imagine how bewildered I looked, and I know this may seem odd but, I was touched. It was kind of sweet, none of my girlfriend’s ever got me flowers so this was kind of new. And of course there’s the fact he was definitely not a girl. I feel the fear leave me as I stand up and meet his eyes. Bloody yes, but beautiful. I took his hand in mine and we walked down the hallway smiling stupidly.