Masked

The beginning.

(DISCLAIMER: I already posted this story on my other account but i lost it, so if you see an account that already posted this, it's mine, no worries.
Thank you.)

You just woke up from a terrible headache, sure you can blame it on the three monster cans or the 10 Tylenols and the one green Eminem left laying on your bed, regardless you can’t help but beat yourself up about it. You raise your fist up to the ceiling and shake it aggressively cursing yourself for having such an addiction.

You remove the sheets off of your warm body and feel the cold breeze through the room onto your skin, it makes you shiver as you get up off of your bed. Going to the kitchen, you would make yourself a sandwich if you couldn’t help but be distracted by the big obvious newspaper that is stuck on your window, you walk up to the window and take a closer look and it says ‘beware of the big-‘ and then the sentence gets cut off with a French fries ad. You shrug it off anyways, and go on with your day.

It is 1:37 AM now, you’re about ready to head your ass to bed after many hours of procrastinating on TikTok, you literally have nothing else better to do, I thought your life would be more interestingin Y/N, you yawned to yourself.

You walked up to your room and you see little light beams peeking out from beneath your door, it’s almost as bright as a flashlight, alarmed, you grab the nearest item you could find to use as a weapon, if a broken ass ukulele counts as a weapon you say to hell with it, holding the ukulele with your right and the door knob with your left, you attract the door towards you as quickly as you could, doing so, you smack your face against the side of the door, like a moron, you shake it off though and prepare yourself for combat, you look into the room and you see nothing, nothing seems to be touched and there’s no sign of life, you’re still there demented about the situation, you just saw a light come from the bottom of the door that came from your room, and now you don’t see a thing. After a bit more time standing there and double checking by moving your eyes back-and-forth of the room you go to your bed and you lie down, you exhale in relief that nothing was there and it was probably your imagination, you close your eyes and began to doze off.

Everything was quiet and peaceful, "I am safe." You said to yourself.