It was midnight. Everything was quite except for the keyboard being typed and thunderstorm. The writer's eyes were glued to the computer and didn't even flinch every time there was a thunder. She just kept typing and typing. She was all alone, in her apartment, just with a lighted candle that has been glowing on her desk like a fairy light. She was her own world where she brought stories to life. After finishing a chapter, she tried to think about the next chapter, unfortunately she couldn't. She stood up and walked around for a bit. Her eyes were getting tired. Her shoulders were hunched down including her neck. She took deep breaths and listened to the rain. She was zoned out, but little did she know, someone was standing behind her. The writer felt goosebumps at the back of her neck and turned around, it was a person, smiling creepily and....holding a knife....