My mom rushed into the living room, her eyes were wide and her hair was everywhere.

"Lucinda! Honey, are you hurt?" She asked worriedly. My eyes were still on the television, that is now advertising Oreos.

My breath was coming out in short, hard puffs due to my scary encounter with the television.

I was sure, I didn't just watch a scary movie, it was real. The girl was looking at me and she asked for help.

"Lucinda?"

I finally calmed down and looked at my mother, who was still staring at me like I was the most important thing in the world right now. Which I know, won't probably last until she knows the real reason why.

"I-I saw...."

"You saw what?"

"A-a ghost, on the tv." I stammered. Once I got those words out, I knew she won't believe me. And she'll probably never will.

I proved myself right when she merely just closed her eyes and sight. Tired of my frantic words and hauntings. "Lucinda, is this another one of your—"

"No!" I hissed out, annoyed to the moon and back. "Don't tell me that I imagined it cause I didn't!"

She narrowed her eyes at me and pointed an accusing finger at my face. "Lucy, don't talk to me like that." She scolds hotly. "Don't you dare talk to me in that attitude. I'm your mother!"

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest. "Well, I wouldn't if you would just believe me!"

"We aren't talking about that right now." She groaned before walking away. "You better behave."

"Mom? Mom, come back!" I called, but she didn't listen. Sighing angrily, I stood up and directly unplugged the t.v. Not caring if I broke it or what, and stomped upstairs.

When I reached my room, I closed the door furiously. I scream at the top of my lungs before falling to the floor and cried, tears streaming down my face.

Why wouldn't she believe me? Can't she even try to? Can't she see I'm being tormented?

"Why are you crying, whore?"

What the fuck? I'm a whore now?!

I looked up with my red teary eyes, to face the devil in front of me. He cocked his head to the side with an arrogant smirk.

"I asked you sweetheart, don't keep me waiting."

I narrowed my eyes at him before flipping him the middle finger. "Fuck you, asshole." I spatted and regretted it instantly as soon as my back hit the wall. I whimpered at the impact, the force knocking the wind out of me.

God, he's so strong.

His hands were placed at the sides of my head on the wall, our faces dangerously close. Nothing would bother me as long as they don't touch. His eyes looking into my eyes, into my soul. I could only look back. I know he doesn't even have soul, he's dead.

"Doesn't mean you're injured, I won't hesitate to hurt you." I heard him growl near my ear. "Why do you keep sassing me?"

"Doesn't mean I'm injured, my attitude changed." I manage to say, and he chuckles darkly.

"Lucinda, I admire your sassy attitude, but I'd rather have a non-existent attitude."

My eyes furrowed, not understanding what he just said. "W-what the hell do you mean?" I ask!and he bites my earlobe, making me let out a small squeak. Disgusted and afraid.

"You. Dead. Gone. Rings a bell?"

My heart is probably leaping out of my chest right now. "I-I still don't know what you mean." I lied when I perfectly knew what in the hell he means. "You see, I'm quite dum—"

He burries his head at the crook of my neck, making me shudder in fear. His cold breath, breathing down at my neck.

"You. I want your attitude gone." He whispers, and I felt his cold lips kissing my neck, making me gasp and push him away. Already disgusted and mortified on what he just attempted to do.

He threw his head back laughing, if he wasn't a ghost, I'll think he laughs like a little kid.

"Y-you monster." I whispered and he looks at me, his laughter dying down. This scene was very similar to ones I see in documentaries about wild life. A predator glaring at its prey.

"Oh love, I'm more than a monster." He snickered.

"Then what are you?" I asked filled of genuine curiosity. "Really."

"Me? I am the devil himself. I am Harry Styles." And he grabbed my injured arm, making me cry out in absolute pain.

"You're hurting me!" I cried, but it's useless. It was his goal after all, to make me suffer in pain. He's doing a good job at it now.

He kissed my cheek, which made my face pale in shock.

"And you, are mine."

I heard something snap and the world turned upside down and it became dark.