Four days had passed and Scott hardly ever moved from that spot; sitting right next to my brother, reading a book.

Every time I looked in at them, he would glance up at me and smile in that same strange way that shot this unforgettable unnerving feeling up my spine.

There were some odd occurrences happening nightly. Three nights in a row, while I sat in my chair by the window, writing little stories about things that made me happy as a small child, I heard Scott walk past my room and I looked at the bottom of the door to see something very strange. His shadow morphed into different shapes as he walked by. Three nights... in a row.

My imagination wandered when this happened and terrifying images popped into my head. I wondered if he slept at all. It started to seem like he didn't. I wanted to ask him if he was even human... jokingly, just to see his response.

That very thought made me feel like I was being too irrational, or... going crazy. I couldn't have been though. Come on! My parents knew him, but how well did they know him? Did they know he's not normal?

Did they know he had a strange secret?

***

Last night, I got settled in bed and gazed out my window at the moon for the longest time, wondering about my brother. What was he like? Was he their son or was he adopted too? Were we actually blood-related?

Then I heard a creaking noise.

I looked straight ahead at the door and saw Scott peeking in at me with an unreadable expression. It was a blank stare like he was sleep walking. I pulled the covers up to my chin, eyeing him.

He softly laughed at my reaction and very slowly came inside, pushing the door to nearly closed. I told him to stay back.

"I don't know who, or what you are, but you had better stay back. I've seen what you do at night." I said. That made him look at me like he was surprised that I might know something I shouldn't.

I warned him again; "I swear, I will not hesitate to put you down." That gave him a scoff and he came up to the bed. I quietly gasped as he crawled up and sat on my legs.

"Hello Jane... Good evening to you..." he was quiet for a few moments, then he spoke again, "I like you. I like you very much." My own eyes grew.

He moved closer to my face, "We could be something - you and me." he lifted his head, smelling the air like he was breathing in my scent and then he looked into my eyes. I swallowed a little nervously and he moved around to my neck. I quickly jerked away and pushed him back but he snatched my wrist just that fast, with his mouth open as if stunned, and then he smiled at me, "...You would be my precious little porcelain doll." He started tracing his finger along a decoration in the blanket over my leg. "...You were right about your parents. We have known each other for some time, and that is my bed in your brother's room. It's very special." He observed the shock in my features as I wondered how he knew this about me. He really was abnormal. Now I felt even more cornered - by something I couldn't even begin to understand.

There was a tense moment between us; staring at one another. I saw obsession in his eyes; pure obsession and persistence. Possessiveness.

Right then, I knew he had to be stopped somehow. I would be doomed if I didn't stop him.

"You will want me." He inched closer and my whole body stiffened as he slowly pressed his lips against mine and gently sucked on my bottom lip. A sound escaped me while I felt his ice cold, wet kiss. It was a feeling I was sure I'd never forget.

He moved down to my neck and whispered "You will need me." against my skin. I gritted my teeth as he kissed my throat.

I clutched the sheets underneath me, and though my breathing was on-edge, I hissed through my teeth, "Really? I don't even know you!" I shoved him off me and he nearly tripped over himself. He was amazed at the force. But it didn't stop him from finding my actions amusing.

With a shaking finger and raised eyebrows, he said, "You're going to regret that." and he turned and left, winking at me before disappearing from my sight. It made me shudder.

I pulled the covers up to my chin again and gently laid down on the pillow. For a moment, I wouldn't dare shut my eyes. I thought I was nervous before... This was downright pure anxiety fuel.

'You're going to regret that.' he said. I knew it. I thought it and he said it.

I shut my eyes and sighed slowly, trying to release some of the stress. I had to talk to my Mom and Dad about this first thing in the morning.