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"You shouldn't be sleeping so carelessly, Evelyn," the way he said her name had goosebumps of terror rising on her flesh as her eyes bounced around for anything she could use as a weapon and could escape.

"H...how did y...you get in?" She breathed shakily and he tilted his head. He was still crouching in front of her looking scary as ever.

"I've my ways," He said casually.

"W...why are you here?" She asked as her mind processed a plan to save herself. If he tried anything she would run into the kitchen and grab a knife. But she has to be faster because if he caught her she would be dead.

He sighed before getting up to his mighty height. She gulped as her neck craned up looking at him. He slipped his hands into his pants pocket while peering down at her calmly.

"Why, you ask. Can't I even meet my soon-to-be wife?" He mused and his casual tone made her heart stutter in fear.

The shock of his sudden presence was slowly fading away as she got up from the couch and abruptly stepped to her