[warning: yandere, ****]
'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,' you think as you sprint up the stairs to your room. You dive under the covers and try to will yourself to sleep. You're breathing hard. You can't calm down. Then you hear your doorknob turning. Your mind races. Why didn't you run to your mother's room for help? Why didn't you jam your door? With an eerie creak your bedroom door slides open. A shadowy figure fills the gap.
"Mom?" you whisper, hoping against hope that this is all some crazy nightmare.
As the figure enters the room you realise, it's Aiko. And she's got the knife from the video. You're hyperventilating and start to beg as she closes the door behind her.
"No! Aiko, please don't hurt me! We met in the park remember? You seemed nice. I watched your DVD okay? Just put the knife down. Please."
Her face is manic and twisted into a wide-eyed grin. She walks to the foot of your bed and sits down, staring at you while fiddling with the long kitchen knife in one hand.
"Shhh. You look frightened. This isn't for you. This was just in case someone got in my way. Like your girlfriend I saw you with at the park."
You try to breathe. Girlfriend? The only person you were with was... Oh no.
"No, Aiko. Please understand, that was my mother. I don't have a girlfriend. I live with my mom, that's it. Please don't hurt my family."
She crawls over your blanket, creeping up towards you, clutching the knife. She said she wasn't going to use it on you but that doesn't stop your heart from pounding. You freeze. Her demented smile is inches from your face.
"Are you serious? No girlfriend? Just family? You're single?"
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