They met, eventually. It was absolutely terrifying, as one can imagine; a supernatural encounter was never meant to be anything but.
It wasn't as if she hadn't had near-death experiences before, but the one she had had two weeks previous had to be the worst, mostly because she didn't want to die with him there. She couldn't let him down like that; he was standing right there!
But…when she did wakeup, things were so much better, and so much clearer. Was it love that had saved her? She assumed, but would never know.
However, two weeks later, there was blood on the wall. She awoke from her deep sleep randomly, simply to find the wall stained with blood. Immediately, she got up and found an old article of clothing to remove the mysterious stain.
It wiped away with ease, which meant that it was not dry; as soon as the wall was clear from blood, more appeared, almost as if being written.
STOP. YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM. I CAN. YOU CAN'T. DON'T MAKE ME HURT YOU. I WATCH YOU, AND I WATCH HIM. DON'T MAKE ME.
She stared, appalled, as the writing crazily appeared and disappeared all too quickly. And as the years, slow, steady, and filled to the brim with never-ending fear and suspense, she did exactly the opposite of "staying away".
Only, she never did tell him about her morning, two weeks after her near-death experience.