(Y/N)'s POV

Today is the anniversary of my ex boyfriend's death, Jonathan Dennis. Due to one of our most stupidest fights we've had, and our last one, it costed him his life. My emotions were the cause of my careless driving that night, and the cause of his death. I ran away heartbroken from the horrifying scene, leaving my beloved there to bleed out. The guilt still haunts me to this day. Sometimes I feel like I see him in my dreams. Sometimes I think he's actually here with me, torturing my soul with guilt.

I didn't realize what today was until I checked the miniature calendar on my bedside table. After a rude awakening from one of my constant nightmares of him, I went out today to the road where we crashed. There's been news about this road lately that a masked murderer was spotted several times. But did I care? No, I just wanted to visit, pay my respects to my late boyfriend, and leave.

I drove up to the accident sight where nothing but tall trees and darkness were seen, it was a very lonely road. It was storming really hard. It really matched the mood for today. Maybe he was crying from far away? Lightning struck and thunder clapped loudly, snapping me out of my depressing thoughts. I popped open the umbrella and walked to the sight where I left his body. The flowers and balloons were the only lively and colorful looking objects to be seen here. His picture was barely visible, it was all muddy, the frame was even broken. I placed blue orchids and roses next to his 'grave.'

I stood there crying, wishing he was here, wishing to reverse time to correct my past mistake. When it rained, it's always hard to tell whether the drops on your face were your tears or from mother nature's clouds. It's always like you're not alone crying. 'Jonathan, I still miss you. I'm still so sorry..' I kissed my fingers and bent down to place it over his barely visible picture of him.

I stood up and suddenly heard the sound of branches breaking. The sound of human footsteps splashing in puddles from the storm. It took no longer than a millisecond for me to start sprinting to my car. Then the cliché horror scene where I trip on a branch stops me. (No joke, this actually happened to me once. I was ghost hunting in my high school with my idiot friends. I was so mad at myself)

My (F/C) jacket and skinny jeans were now covered in mud. My car was just another yard away. I quickly got up and shivered, the sound of a maniacal clown laugh pierced my ears. The hairs on my skin were probably standing after hearing such terrifying sound. I rummaged quickly through my pockets to find my car keys. Shortly after I got into the driver's seat panting, trying to catch my breath.

Right as I hear the engine roar and the headlights go on, I see a human figure in front of my car and screamed at the top of my lungs. His outfit.. it looked so familiar. His hockey mask, his sky blue hoodie exactly like the one Jonathan wore when he died, even his jet black jeans and shoes, they were all dirty.

I stomped quickly onto the gas and the car moved forward. He jumped onto the hood on time and his icy, cold blue eyes met my (E/C) eyes.. well more like my windshield. Forgetting that I was still stepping on the gas, my car crashed into one of the trees, sending his body back and my body to the windshield.

My head was pounding. Broken shards of glass were even in my hair. A drip of blood ran down my forehead then down my nose. When I looked up, the terrifying masked man was no longer there. I groaned in pain trying to find my phone. However just moments after, I felt hands on my shoulder, jerking me out the car. "LET ME GO!!"

I shouted trying to get out of his grip but was pushed down by him. His body hovered over mine as he pinned my arms above my head with just his one hand. "First you kill me once in a car crash, now you're trying to run me over? That's quite rude, babe." He said right next to my ear, sending shivers down my spine. My body was motionless from what it just realized.

"J-Jona-" I was interrupted by a kitchen knife that was now next to my neck. His eyes narrowed, assuming he was smiling like crazy. He put the knife back down and quickly removed his hockey mask. I couldn't believe what I saw. He was no longer my boyfriend. A scar ran down his right eye. There were dried up cuts all over his face and neck. He was almost unrecognizable. "J-Jonathan, I'm so-" His lips then crashed onto my mine, interrupting my apology. Words could not describe the confusing, mixed emotions running through my head.

The cold blade then returned to my neck. Jonathan retreated from the kiss to catch his breath. He stared at me up and down as his eyes followed the knife. Soon it was at the center of my torso right above my stomach. When I tried to scream, nothing came out. To say I was terrified would be an understatement.

Tears clouded my vision and we're running down the sides of my head. His blue eyes travelled back up to my arms that were still pinned. "Babe, your arms.." At first I thought he was talking about my insane shaking, but I remember the cuts I made myself since he was gone.. "Don't worry, remember that song I sang to to you?" He cooed. You thought he was concerned? No, no, no. Far from that. His insane look never even left his face.

He smirked at me as I continued to cry. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain enter my body.

"Hush little baby, don't you cry. Don't cut your arms, don't say goodbye."

The knife just dug deeper.

"Put down that razor, put down that knife. It maybe hard but I'LL win this fight."

He dug his knife upwards to my chest and cut me open. The taste of iron filled my mouth. All  I could remember was his twisted song, and his cold lips onto mine. "It's ok, (Y/N). I forgive you." That was all I heard before my body slipped into a sleep I never woke up from.

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It's sp00py week! :D I'mma try to make another sp00py update this week! This was "eh" to me. If you wanna request who the next sp00py update should be about, comment or PM me c: Peace out everybody! Goodbye~