~*~Your POV~*~

Three weeks have passed, and we got an anonymous tip on where Brian could be. It was an old house, Alex's old house to be exact. It was around midnight, and was completely dark out. Not even the moon wanted to make an appearance.
"This is really creepy." I dead-panned as she stared at the house blankly while Jay jiggled the knob.
"It's locked." He grumbled and then began to walk to the back door.
I followed closely behind him, feeling the extreme urge to run back to the car and hide there until he decided to return. But that would mean I'd have to be alone, and right now being alone wasn't an option. Especially since the feeling of being observed multiplied ten fold and now was just plain creepy. It made the big, red 'alert' light in my brain flash wildly and ring louder than a smoke alarm. This cause my mind to make up all sorts of monsters, beings, and whatever my overly active imagination could create that would explain what was watching me.
I began to notice that things were either missing or placed somewhere differently. I began to lock all the windows and doors before I went to bed. Yet, somehow, the person continued to come into the room. It scared me, and I began to sleep with Jay. Yet, some nights I'd wake up in my room, on my bed and sometimes on the couch. It had become obvious to me that whatever was moving me, my things, and taking them didn't like it when I was around Jay. Or I sleep walk. But, I'd rather go with the primary one because it makes me feel smart.
"C'mon (Y/n)!" Jay hissed quietly, beckoning for me to follow him inside. I did so, leaving the door open in case we needed a quick escape.
"You look down here, I'll look upstairs." Jay handed me a flash light before heading up the carpeted stairs, pointing his camera everywhere. I breathed a shaky sigh before turning it on and walking around.
Furniture was turned over, papers were strewn across the floor. Clothes, blankets, and empty food boxes littered the living room floor. The couch was turned over and there was a pillow and a few blankets under it, as if someone had slept there and used the couch as a shield from something. The kitchen was actually a lot cleaner the the living room, save for a few bugs and rodents. It looked to be untouched. I sneezed from the dust, causing my glasses to fall onto the white tiles. When I was about to bend down to grab them, Jay darted into the hallway, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me out of the house.
"What the hell ?!" I yelped as he practically threw me into the car and got in himself. He quickly started it up and then floored it, heading to our house. We didn't talk the rest of the way. It was clear that he was shaken up, and I was still confused but didn't wanna piss him off or make it worse.
"I'm going to bed..." He mumbled when we got into the house, running a hand through his hair.
"Okay, I'm going to read for a bit. I'll be in my room if you need me." I hugged him tightly.
"Goodnight Bro." He patted my head, exhaustion showing in his features.
"Night Sis." We hugged for a few more minutes before going to our rooms. I slipped out of my clothes and then flopped onto my bed, only wearing my bra and panties. I stared at the ceiling, having a mental debate about what to do.
'If I go back, am I going to see whatever Jay saw ?' I wondered, biting the tip of my thumb lightly in thought.
'Possibly, but, remember, your glasses are there.' A voice in my head argued.
'True...And those are my favorite glasses. If I'm quick about this, I should be able to get there, get in, out, and then get back before Jay notices.' With a nod of determination, I quickly but on an over sized Minnie Mouse T-shirt, red leggings, and black combat boots. I left my hair down, a bit messier than earlier from running out of that house.

~*~Timeskip~*~

I quickly picked the lock on the front door, something I'd learned when I was a teenager. I used the flash light app on my phone as, well, a flash light. I made my way through the house as quiet as possible, cringing whenever the floor, and even my clothes made a noise. I soon made it to the kitchen. But, my glasses were no longer on the kitchen floor.
"Great...Now I have to wonder around this creepy ass house for my glasses..." I groaned, leaning against the counter as I ran my hands through my hair. I grabbed my phone from the counter beside me and then headed towards the stairs. It wasn't in the living room or kitchen, so they had to be upstairs. I began the trek up the stairs. There were multiple doors and most of them were locked. When I arrived at the end of the hall, my glasses sat on a small table beside the last door.
"Here they are..." I mumbled, picking them up and putting them on. I froze when the door beside me opened. I peeked in, only to see a flash of white and end up on the floor.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, my head hitting the carpeted floor.
I looked above me to see a man wearing a white mask that had black feminine eyes, lips, and eyebrows. He had brown hair, and was wearing an orange jacket, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. We stared at each other before I realized our position as a light red consumed my cheeks. He was on top of me, legs by my hips and hands beside my head.
"U-uh-um..." I stuttered as dirty thoughts raced through my head.
"Masky." He whispered before getting up and leaving me there as he kinda just disappeared.
"Masky ?" I tried his name, feeling it roll off my tongue slightly.
"It fits him." I smiled a bit as I stood up and dusted my self off before heading downstairs.
I quietly closed the door behind me, making sure that it was locked before beginning to walk back to the house. The feeling of being watched was worse than usual and was causing me to freak out over every noise. When phone began to buzz in my bra, I jumped slightly and pull it out. I saw the caller ID was Jay.
'Busted.' I thought, sighed softly as I answered the call.
"Hello ?" I moved the phone away from my ear when Jay began to freak out.
"I'm fine. I just need a small walk. Don't worry about me." He still lectured me about how I shouldn't have gone out on my own.
"Whatever Mom. I'll be home in a few minutes." I hung up before he could yell at me some more.
When I entered the house, Jay was there looking pissed. I laughed nervously as I slipped off my boots.
"I can't believe you went out on your own! You should've at least taken the camera!" He ranted angrily as he paced.
"I was only gone for, like, twenty minutes." I lied, hoping he'd calm down. Luckily, he did, causing me to let out a breath of relief.
"I know that you were worried, but, I'm old enough to take care of myself, okay ?" I lightly patted his arm, smiling at him.
"I know, it's just, you're like a sister to me." He mumbled, hugging me tightly. I hugged back, nuzzling his chest.
"You're tired, it's obvious. Go get some sleep." I patted his arm as I pulled away and headed upstairs. I plopped onto my bed and snuggled under the covers, setting my phone on the nightstand as I plugged in the charger. I stifled a yawn as I cuddled my Grumpy Bear that I've had since I was little. I slowly began to drift to sleep, thinking of the most random things. One of the thoughts that stuck out the most was about who was following me.

'Is it that faceless man ? Or Masky ? Maybe some random stalker ?' Was my final thought before I fell asleep.

~*~Third Person POV~*~

Soft rustling of leaves could be heard if you listened hard enough. It sounded as if the wind was greeting the trees with it's cool embrace. Although, there was no wind. There was a man sitting in the large oak outside of (Y/n)'s bed room, staring at her as she slept soundly. He had strict orders from his 'Boss' not to enter her house. He was on surveillance tonight, instead of infiltration. He was to return in one hour, unless something happened.
This didn't bother him, since he got to watch the beautiful (H/c)-ette all night. He still wasn't sure on why he was supposed to watch her, but he did so without questioning his boss, knowing that it would only end in disaster.

'She's so adorable when she's sleeping...'

Have you gone MAD ? I'm afraid so.
You're entirely BONKERS.
But I'll tell you a SECRET, ALL THE BEST PEOPLE ARE.

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