Ashton slowly wakes from his sleep to seeing bright red, bloody eyes stare at him in a corner.
Ashton slowly rises from his bed, his hands crumbling the sheets under him as he slowly stares at the forbearing shadow in the corner. Ashton can't see too much in the overwhelming darkness, but the red eyes staring at him is so menacing, so horrifyingly focused on his sleepy form he almost jolts more awake to stare at the pair of eyes on him.
Ashton quickly rubs his eyes, sucking in a breath before he slowly looks up, and the eyes are not there, and it's just him, alone, in the dark.
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Ashton slowly stumbles downstairs, the task of grabbing a glass of water and drowning it more on his mind then anything else.
Ashton makes his way slowly, observingly down the steps. He waits on baited breath hearing each soft creak the steps unleashes, afraid that whatever spirit or demon that lives in the dark reaches out to him.
