It was all the same to me.
All it meant to me was that I had to wake up and be reminded of how terrible my life was.
But I had to make the most of what I had. Some people were straight up poor and homeless. Some people just weren't as fortunate as I was, my Puppeteer had a steady income. That was one of the aspects that was unaffected by the physics of my world.
I brushed my [YHL][YHC] hair boredly as I stood in my bathroom mirror.
Something about it set me off.
I wasn't sure what. But staring too long gave me a headache. From my hangover.
I heard a faint groan. The hell was that?
Stepping out of the bathroom, I looked around my flat. I strode out into the hallway, looking back and forth.
I heard it again.
I dashed into my living room, eyes narrowed in confusion. What the hell? I know for a fact I heard someone. A faucet turned on and water flowed but it sounded echoey.
I walked into the kitchen, slowly walking forward, placing my feet down carefully so my wooden floor wouldn't creak. I heard a voice, but it sounded like it was bouncing off of walls of glass, driving me insane.
"Guess I was just hallucinating."
It was a man's voice. The accent was smooth and crisp and just felt very...addicting. It was intoxicating and enticing.
Who was it.
Men never came to my house. Not invited or uninvited.
"God I smell fucking terrible."
I stepped out of the kitchen and back into the living room, looking about. I heard creaking footsteps heading in the direction of my room. But I didn't see anyone. "A shower is very much needed."
The voice got closer as he laughed at himself. But still I saw no one. Suddenly a rush of cold air brushed past my shoulder and the threshold before me creaked in anticipation, the footsteps stopped.
The voice grunted and the footsteps continued.
"Wh..what the hell?" I couldn't fathom what was happening to me. And I didn't know why it was. How any of this was even possible was confusing.
I nervously followed the footsteps into my room. It sounded like my closet door was opened but when I got in, it was shut. My (Preferred Color Scheme) room had a chilling aura about it. It was cold. But my closet seemed eerily warm.
Was my house haunted?
Rushing over to the closet, I opened it. The male voice had been humming a nice tune. His voice was very entrancing.
But when I opened the door, I heard it creak and close. Yet I was still holding the doorknob.
"What the- HEY!"
The man yelled from in the back of my closet, which was about the size of a small room. I heard footsteps rushing towards me. The loud stomps scaring the shit out of me. I was too scared to move out of the way, I simply stared into the dark abyss of my closet. He nearly ran past the door frame when I heard a loud thud and a pained yell.
Rapid knocking commenced. What? What is this?
"Daveed is that you?" He called, no smile evident in his voice. He seemed to be waiting for a reply, his knocking stopped.
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Refraction :| Rafael Casal x ReaderFanfiction
[YN] [YLN] lived in the Reflection world. Her life reflected the opposite of the life from the mirror she was assigned. She didn't know who owned her mirror. She only had an idea of who they might be. [YN] was a writer stuck with writer's block. So...