The lost boy from Neverland, expecting to see him this time. Wendy looked outside her window, staring at the blackness of the night.
"My Peter Pan, when will you ever come?" asking that a hundred times while looking at the grumbling sky. She's fed up with her life that all this time, she's wishing for Peter pan and take her away to Neverland.
Suddenly, a shooting star came to pass by. "Please my Peter pan, come to me this time and save me from this horrible life." Wendy wished before she lay on her bed and tucking herself in her old blanket.
It was exactly 12 midnight when she was awakened by the smell of a rotten flesh and some whimpering sound.
"…think of a happy thoughts and you will fly…" said the murmuring voice.
"W-who are you?" she trembled. panic started to build up her stomach like a river. She could feel the raging fear up to her fingertips.
But seeing a silhoutte of a man, outlined in the silver shone of the moon standing at the foot of her bed added to the eeriness of her surrounding.
"W-Who are you?" Wendy demanded once more.
But the man just kept on murmuring as he started walking towards her with his funky smell.
"Damn! stay away from me!"
She covered her nose and mouth to stop the vile from forcing out of her mouth then she immediately reach for the switch of the light to turn it on.
As the light reveals this man's frightening feature, she gasped. He was a man, wearing a damp dirty ripped clothes, his eyes was glowing red, and his flesh almost peeling off from his bones.
"Hi…" he grinned. "Just think of a happy thoughts… and you will fly"
"AHHHHH--"
"Shush!" he shushed as he leaned closer, almost suffocating her by his foul smell. "I'm your Peter pan" he grumbled in a croaky voice. "And I'll bring you to the Neverland"
"S-Stay away----"
He interrupted Wendy by digging his deadly nails on her stomach as he cover her mouth using his nasty hand.
"Shush… just think of a happy thoughts…" he gave her a devilish grin, showing off his fangs. "and you will fly but…" he leaned closer as he withdraw his bloody hand from her stomach then, dig it again on her chest as he pulled out a beating flesh from it.
"if you make a sound" he laughed softly. "you will die"
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