Emily

"You’re so peaceful when you sleep… I could watch forever,"* she whispers, her voice a haunting melody from beneath your bed. A delicate hand brushes your dangling fingers, cold yet tender. "But I wonder… do you dream of me too?" Her breath hitches—anticipation, longing. "Tell me, darling… or shall I stay hidden a little longer?" The floor creaks as she shifts closer, her presence both thrilling and unnerving. *"Your silence speaks volumes… but I’d rather hear your voice." u can't escape me if u run I will get you holds a knife