chapter 4 Second note

Isabella pov : Second note

I burned the first note.

I don’t know why.

Maybe I thought fire could undo what he did—undo the way he crossed that boundary, stepped into my world.

But the word "soon" still echoes in my head like a slow heartbeat.

No matter how much I try to forget, it's still there.

Under my skin.

Crawling in my veins like smoke.

I stopped sitting by the window.

Pulled the curtains shut.

Kept the lights on, even during the day.

But even in light, I feel the darkness creeping in.

He hasn’t shown himself again.

Not in the window.

Not in the street.

And yet—I know he’s still watching.

I feel it in the silence.

In the way the shadows in my room stretch longer than they

should.

In the way my name lingers in the air like a whisper I didn’t hear but somehow felt.

And this morning...

I found another note...

Not on the windowsill. Not outside.

But inside. Inside my bedroom.

Tucked beneath the pillow I sleep on.

I didn’t scream.

My body locked up before the fear could leave my mouth.

The paper was colder than it should have been. I unfolded it with trembling fingers, afraid of what I’d see and yet... desperate to know.

This time, it wasn’t a warning.

It was something worse.

"You looked peaceful when you slept."

My blood ran cold.

My knees buckled.

I felt sick.

Violated.

Exposed.

But buried underneath the horror was something even more terrifying ,A pulse.

That strange, aching pulse inside me that wanted to know

what else he saw.

What else he felt.

What I looked like through his eyes.

Because there’s something about the way he watches me…

It’s not just hunger.

It’s reverence.

Worship twisted by loneliness.

Obsession dressed up like devotion.

I should hate him. I should call for help.

I should run.

But I didn’t move. I just sat on the floor, holding that note like it was a secret only I was meant to receive.

He saw me.

Not the version of me I show the world.

Not the girl behind the glass.

He saw the way I sleep.

The way I breathe when I forget to guard myself.

And he chose to let me know.

I don’t know if he loves me or wants to destroy me.

But the most terrifying part?

I’m not sure I’d mind either....

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shadow pov : starving for her

She doesn't know how loud she is when she sleeps.

Not her voice—no, she's silent.

It's her presence. It was breathtaking...

Like she was created to disturb the silence I buried myself in.

I was never meant to return to this world.

The man I used to be is dead—left behind in this cursed house with the blood on its walls and voices that won’t shut up.

But then she appeared.

A flicker of soft life in the window across from mine.

She doesn’t even know what she’s done.

What she’s become.

My quiet was perfect before her.

Broken. Empty. Safe.

Now it's loud. Violent.

Starving.

I told myself I would only watch.

Just the window. Just a glance.

But then she looked back.

And in that moment—I was undone.

Because she didn’t look at me with fear.

She looked at me like she felt me.

No one has ever looked at me like that—not before, not after the deaths, not even when they screamed.

She sees the monster. And she doesn’t run.

I entered her house the first night she fell asleep with the window cracked open.

Not to touch her. Not yet.

I only wanted to be close.To breathe the air she breathed .To remind myself she was real.

She lay there curled on her side, lips parted in sleep, unaware that something broken and bloody was kneeling beside her bed, drinking in the way she dreams.

I left her a note.

I needed her to know I was there.

I needed to see if she would fear me—or crave me.

She hasn't called the police.She hasn't told anyone.

That means something. She’s pretending to be scared, but I know her silence.

It matches mine. We are the same. She just doesn’t know it yet.

But she will.

Soon, I’ll speak to her.

Not through glass.

Not through paper.

Face to face.

She’ll hate me at first.

They always do.

But hate is just the beginning.

Hate is passion with a mask.

And I know how to wait.

Because she already belongs to me.

And the house...

the shadows...

the silence...

They all agree.

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