(Y/n) threw on a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of converse before she grabbed a light jacket her purse, and her phone. She took no time in stomping back down the hallway to her home's exit, slamming the door shut and locking it after she appeared outside.
She stood at the top of the steps for a moment, taking a deep breath in and out.
This was driving her mad. These constant nightmares. The taunts. The paranoia. She was done with him messing with her, and she was going to confront him with everything that she had. No matter how terrifying he seemed to be, she wasn't going to let it phase her.
