Prologue:
What started as a whisper slowly turned into a scream. Chill bumps sprang to my arms and quickly leaped down to my legs. My lips were an uncontrollable quivering mess as I recklessly searched my brain for a name to place with the face haunting me in my bedroom. I could feel my blood running cold, and the sickening feeling rising in my stomach poisoned my gut causing my face to burn hot with fear.
Piercing were his eyes. Dark and soulless, forever open. Black orbs that left jarring pains ripping through my flesh as his vision grazed right over my fragile frame. And his skin? Bleached a sinful white. Milky and smooth as marble, glistening in the pale silver lighting of the moon from open window. I felt my heart slowly retreating as he zeroed in on me, his next victim. I wanted to run, but my legs had forgotten what it felt like to move at the mere sight of this sinister creature.
He was a ghost of a man, a phantom of someone I once knew. But in this moment, I wouldn't let myself be fooled. Holding onto who he was, this mad man hiding in my room, would most certainly be sealing my fate. God as my witness, I wasn't going to die tonight. Not by the blood lusting killer formally known as Dipper Pines.