Saturday morning, I woke up feeling some kind of weight travelling up and down my torso. It stopped on my waist as I slowly opened my eyes to the sweet yet sour fragrance I love. Locking onto the figure that was sitting on my bedside, my eyes widened and I jumped up as the devilish smirk grew.
"H-how did you get in?" I recoiled back onto the bed frame.
He brushed his hair back majestically as he complained. "I must've rung the doorbell at least a hundred times, but lucky enough I noticed a window open." he said while pointing at my curtains, swaying with the wind.
I crinkled my nose in terror. What is this man?
Mr. Brady then climbed onto the bed, trapping me inside my bed sheets as he drew nearer. I wriggled myself as far away as I could until I was stuck between him and the wooden
