A creeping darkness in the night - A psl post for wantadistraction

Alive was definitely accurate. Well was certainly in the eyes of the beholder. His body was whole, unscarred, and definitely not dead. His mind though was still bearing the damage of all the years. The fire. The screams of his family. The years abandoned as a John Doe in a bed alone. It had all taken its toll, including a month where his very existence was only as a corpse in the ground, and as a spook in the head of a girl much more mysterious than himself.

It was her porch he was standing on, just as he had in her mind, in those dreams where he had used her, the way he had abused her mind and whatever creature she was to get what he needed. Except now he thought he knew. He suspected he knew just what she was, and why she had been the perfect vessel for his mind during the month until his rebirth. Now to tell her. To tell her about why he had done what he had, and just what she was.

Not that he was willing to knock on the door. Instead he stayed in the shadows, knowing eventually she would bring out that dog to do its business. Until then he would wait, watching the windows, the lights peeking out past the curtains, and watching to see her pale face and powerful aura once more.