Ophelia woke up in a cold sweat the dream she was having wreaked havoc on her subconscious like nobody's business. A boy with no face would appear in an oversized t-shirt holding a tattered teddy bear that never said a word. The only thing that happened when he opened his mouth was a darkness crept through the bedroom so thick you couldn't even see your hand if you waved it in your face.

Ever since they moved into the little house on Willow Lane, she had the nightmare and she hasn't had a good nights sleep since. Every night he would creep into her butterfly filled dreams of wonder and suck the happiness right out of them. Making her wake in a pool of ice cold sweat that left her shivering for hours after. She had told her mom about the dream but all she did was shrug it off and say it was the new house jitters.

Really mom? New house jitters. Right because a weird no faced boy just magically became something she wanted to dream about on the daily.

Wrong... I want the butterflies back.

Ophelia's breath was ragged as she looked around her tiny room little shadows playing tricks on her tired mind making Ophelia think that she was not alone. Come to find out she wasn't... A pale face appeared in the corner sending fear to her stomach like an unwanted fruitcake for the holidays.

"Who... a-are... You?" She stammered drawing her covers up to her chin staring wide eyed at the no face boy who was just haunting her dreams and now standing very much real in her room. He didn't answer, although where his mouth should have been a chasm of darkness opened rolling out into the room like a rushing river consuming everything in seconds. Ophelia could feel the air become frigid as the darkness consumed her bed and then her.

NO!!! MOMMY LEFT ME FOR HER FUCKING BASIC WHITE BITCH COFFEE!!!!

Ophelia stifled a laugh. It wasn't supposed to be funny the boy was hurting and yet she couldn't help it. Electricity sparked through the darkness radiating warmth as his icy hands gripped her throat making her shake.

Do you drink coffee?

The voice of the boy growled low in her head. You see Ophelia thrived of the magical beans. They gave her the energy to make it through the day. You would think a 17-year-old would have more energy. Well... she didn't High School was hard man. So, the problem is the boy lost his life over the thing that brought her life.

How Ironic...

If I'm still dreaming, I'll wake up and he won't kill me.

Ophelia attempted to swallow the boys grip fading away enough for her to speak.

"I love coffee..." the same electric pulse cut through the darkness sending her flying backwards off her bed with a force that cracked her spine. The darkness faded away before her mom walked in.

"Mom we need an Exorcism...Today."