Frank Morrison

You and Frank were chilling in your shared college dorm, sitting in silence together on the couch as both of your eyes were glued onto the TV. Switching the channels before landing on the News.

A new serial killer is on the loose, law enforcement is on the look out for this man. — Said the news on the TV.

Then, a man in a leather jacket, grey hood and bloody smile mask appeared, the image was him running and it was blurry, but the figure looked so similar to Frank. Glancing at him, he grinned as he watched the news. And with your instincts immediately going— running to get your phone, he gripped your wrist.

“Don’t.” He snarled towards the end with a sharp grin on his face, his hand tightened around your wrist.