A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

"Hey, (f/n), it's Haley. I ..." Instantly, (f/n) went to turn off her phone, but the creature reached for it. "Talked with ..." The phone was slipping out of her hand. "My aunt about ..." She managed to press the mute button in time before the creature got a hold of it, but he was about to turn the volume back on. (F/n) sprung out of her chair and tackled him to the ground.

The phone flew out of his hand and across the room. She was about to pick herself up and get it, but the creature grabbed her and flipped her over. Before he could crawl off of her and get up, they both heard a knock on her room door. "(F/n)? Is everything alright?" her mother asked. "It sounded like you fell."

(F/n) cast a warning gaze at the creature not to move. It appeared like he wanted to giggle, but he kept quiet; however, he started to get off of her. "I'm fine, Mom. I just slipped." Normally, she would've shoved him off. Instead, she grabbed his wrists and held him where he was. She didn't want him to grab the phone.

"Okay. Well, come get us if you need anything." They both heard her mother walk away. She breathed a sigh of relief before she met the creature's gaze. A smirk played on his lips, but she didn't let him go. He would dart for the phone the instant that she did.

"Well, this is interesting. I didn't think that you would willingly let me hover over you." He giggled. "Are you going to let me have some fresh dessert again?" Another giggle parted from him, but it was slightly lower. "And before my dinner too." His face leaned closer to hers, and she wished that she could push her head back more into the carpet. "Such a naughty girl. Maybe, I'll oblige you."

Her heart rate increased, and she could feel sweat forming along her hairline. She brought her right knee up, but his left knee blocked hers before it jabbed into her upper thigh. Biting her lower lip, she didn't cry out. That would've probably sent her mother and father running into her room. "Nice try, (f/n)." He giggled again, and his eyes momentarily went to the phone.

She couldn't attempt the same thing with her left leg since his right was pressing warningly against it. His eyes looked back to hers. "Are you going to let me go? I'm hungry, and I want that phone." The creature's eyes scanned over her. "I can always take a bite and then break out of your hold. It'd be really simple." He started to wriggle his left wrist. "Or, you can release me. Your choice."

There was no sense in testing him. She knew that he would snack on her if she waited too long, and she wasn't fond of their present position either. Reluctantly, she loosened her grip. Swiftly, he freed his wrists and sat up on her. A grin coated his lips. (F/n) didn't wait around to stare at it, though.

Shooting up, she shoved him off of her before she spun around and ran for the phone. The creature wasn't far behind her. She threw herself forward and slid across the carpet. Her right hand grasped it, but the creature snatched her right wrist. He was about to lift her into the air, but they had forgotten something again.

Footsteps neared her room door, and the creature snapped his attention towards it. He swore under his breath before he brought her up to her feet. His left hand went to take the phone, but she clung onto it. The doorknob turned, and (f/n) was beginning to panic. She tugged her right wrist roughly towards her chest, which managed to move him an inch forward.

In the process, she wrenched her wrist free before she pushed him into the corner. As her door opened, he stood behind it. Her dad was in the entrance, and she gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I tripped again. It's been a long day. I'm overtired."

Crossing his arms, her dad looked around the room before he gave her a doubtful expression. "Why's your light off, (f/n)? Maybe, that's why you're tripping so much." His eyes caught sight of her bandaged hand, which she had managed to hide from her parents after her return home. "And, when did you injure your hand?!"

Sheepishly, she glanced down. "Yesterday, I slipped in the bathroom and cut my hand on my shaving razor that I forgot to put away. Really, it's no big deal." Looking up again, she continued, "And, that's part of it. I should probably go turn the desk lamp on." She went to head over to it, but her father stepped into the room.

"You need to be more careful," he scolded before he ran his hand over his face. Her father gave one more look to her hand, but it seemed like he believed her explanation. As for the reason for the noises, he continued to appear doubtful. "You're not hiding anything, though, are you?" He examined the room again and pushed door open more. (F/n) forced herself not to stare at the door.

"No. Mom and you are worrying too much." His (e/c) eyes glanced to the phone. Noting his gaze, she loosened her hold on it a little. "Haley was calling. I tripped in the middle of our call." She looked to her father for approval. "May I call her back? I'll give you the phone back tomorrow."

Not entirely believing her, he leaned against her door some, but he paused. He moved away from the door and gave it a questioning stare. "Something's off ... Your door isn't moving as far back as it's supposed to." His eyes met hers. "(F/n), what are you hiding? Or, who are you hiding?" he asked, his lower tone being out of fatherly concern.

"Nothing! I swear!" Her voice was desperate, and its volume had blocked out another sound in the room. Disappointment formed on her father's countenance. He turned away from her and walked around the door. "Dad! I mean it!" She took steps towards him. Not listening, he closed the door.

Gradually, her heart slowed down to a normal pace. Inwardly, she sighed in relief. "What? I could've sworn ..." her dad trailed off before he faced her again. "(F/n), was someone in your room?"

"No. I told you that I'm not hiding anything or anyone for that matter." A more pleading look filled her eyes. "Please, believe me. I would tell you if I was bringing someone over to the house. You know that. I really have just been clumsy tonight."

Unfortunately, she could tell that he didn't completely trust her. His attention changed to her closet. One of the sliding doors was right next to her room door when it was closed. He walked towards it. "Really, Dad, be reasonable. How would I be able to sneak anyone into my room? There are bars on my window, and I've been out most of the day."

"He could've come in before today. You could've left the door unlocked for him." His hands reached for the closet door, and she was about ready to force him out of her room. If he found the creature, it was over, but she understood that her dad was merely being protective of her.

"Why would I go through all of that trouble? It'd be so much easier to introduce a guy to you, Dad. You know that I wouldn't do that. Please, trust me. I need to call Haley." Her dad shifted his stare over to her.

He analyzed her expression before he relaxed a little and moved away from the closet. "I suppose that you're right. I'm overreacting." Her father grabbed the doorknob. "Just remember to turn on your light. The creature may not have shown its head for awhile, but we should remain cautious until it's found. I'm sure that you understand." She nodded, and he sent her an apologetic smile. "Sorry for my behavior."

"It's fine, Dad. Don't worry about it."

"Okay ... But, you will let me know if you're bringing a boy over, right?"

Laughing a little, she nodded. "I will, Dad." He gave another nod before he closed the door and walked off presumably back into the kitchen. Instantly, her hands tightened around the phone. She heard quiet giggling and saw one of the sliding doors open. The creature peered out, and she nearly jumped even though she knew that he was in there. It was as though her childhood fear of something being in the closet came to life in an even worse form.

"You forgot to tell him about Dean, then." The creature giggled more. "But, he was dead, so I guess that doesn't count unless you prefer dead men."

"I don't," she answered harshly and took a few steps back as he exited the closet. "I would prefer you to be dead, though."

"Oh, yes. You've made that clear already. The more you say it isn't going to make it any truer." He halted, and there were several feet between them. "But, you may have to get used to dead men. With me around, that's about as good as it'll get ... Well if you want a human that is." Disturbed wouldn't begin to describe the flood of feelings racing through her.

Giggling, he shook his head. "I'd have to agree of course, and I don't ... right now. You're just my lovely little partner in crime for the moment." He lifted up his left index finger and tapped his bottom lip. "Though, it does make me jealous to think of another male biting you. They wouldn't be able to appreciate fully your scrumptious taste. You would go to waste."