Violet lay in her bed tucked under the covers. Her eyes peered to the doorway. A set of eyes glowed back at her. Why was he doing this?
"Oh, Violet?" he whispered in a musical voice. It only made the scene more terrifying. She couldn't breathe. Her lungs felt like they shriveled up and died. She pulled further into her hiding place. As his boot clad feet clopped against the floor she let out a small squeak. For a while he just looked at her and for a moment she wasn't sure he saw her. At least, she hoped he didn't. The moonlight shone through the window and she could see the ends of his blonde curls shaking in the darkness.
"I know you're here. I'm not stupid." His voice was sharp and cut into the air. She stayed still, unable to move at all. He ripped the blankets off her to reveal her shaking, goose bump ridden form.
"Tate! Stop! Please stop!" she sobbed. He noticed her body become smaller and smaller in his eyes. She was weak. She meant nothing. She was perfect for what he had planned. He couldn't even hear the words she tried to convey to him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.
"You let me in, it's time to play." He breathed against her ear. His grip on her loosened and his eyes suddenly looked lost in the space above her. His head coked to the side as his figure slowly faded away. She crawled back into her bed and pulled the blankets up to her chin. Her eyes peered at the door once more. The set of glowing eyes looked back at her. They expressed nothing. Not anger or sadness, just watching her. Footsteps were heard again and she shrieked into her pillow. Hot breathe and moist tears fought not to remind him. She glanced up into eyes that could not remember. She trembled.