(A/N this ones sorta scary)

You won't notice him at first.
In the corner of your eye.

In the corner of your mirror.
Always in the mirror.

One day, you'll begin to bleed.
A pinprick of blood on your forehead.

The next night, the dreams will start.
Someone will be behind you.

Breathing down your neck.
Muttering to you.

They won't leave when you wake.
They won't leave when you sleep.

You cannot stop the bleeding.
A single dot on your forehead.

A line of blood dripping down your face.
It will be in a straight line. Too straight.

He will start to stay longer in the mirror.
You will be able to see him.

A body scarred with shadows.
A featureless face with a single row of stitches.

Black stitches.
In a perfect line.

His name is Stitch.

You will turn around in your dream that night.
Stitch is behind you.

You cannot see him in the day.
But he's still behind you. You're still bleeding.

His stitches will begin to fray.
Black rope becoming undone.

They will break.
One.
By.
One.

He will start shouting.
The last stitch will break.

His pale skin will fall.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Slowly.

Until.
There is nothing but his face.

Rotting. Bloody. Meat hanging off bones.
Dark, empty eye sockets.

You will want to scream.
You will not be able to scream.

You will wake up.
You'll find yourself in front of the mirror.

You're still bleeding.
It won't stop.

He will be behind you.
Right behind you.

A dark, sharp, fingernail sliding down your face.
Slicing your skin open.

Slowly.
Slowly.
Slowly.

Until.
There is nothing.

You will be found in the morning.
A single scar splitting your face.

It will be stitched together.
Black stitches.