You lay in your bed and put the blanket over you. You turn the light off and open Tumblr mobile on your phone. Your dash is dead. You sigh and put your phone on the charger after a long day of use and set it on the nightstand next to your bed.
You lay your head on your pillow and face your bedroom door. Suddenly you hear a scratching sound on your floor. You tense, then realize it must be your dog. Except, you don’t have a dog. You put the blanket over your face and hope that whatever it was can’t lift a fucking blanket.
After a few minutes you remove the blanket from your face. You glance at the floor and see a pale hand laying limp. The arm is coming from under your bed. You freeze and stare at it.
Suddenly you’re no longer in your room. Dennis Reynolds is laying in the bed next to you. You and him are in his bed. “Hello (Y/N).” He says seductively.
You scream. He morphs. He is now Dee Reynolds. You feel calmer, but still extremely unsafe. You are now in her bed at her apartment. She smiles at you. You can’t move. Suddenly the bed is on fire. She set the bed on fire. You’re in your house in your bed. It is still on fire. The Reynolds twins smile maniacally at you as they watch you burn to death.