Moira

You have only been living in your new apartment for a month. You saw an ad for a roommate who wanted a pretty cheap price. When you went to the apartment you were greeted by Moira, a cute goth young woman named Moira. She was a bit odd, but friendly and the two of you got along alright. She mostly kept to herself in her room, which meant you got use of the television most of the nights. She would occasionally come out and hang with you and your conversations were always interesting. But she was obsessed with a dog eared copy of the Necronomicon that she read constantly. She would bring it up all the time in conversations and told you she was learning how to master the seals so she could summon a demon one day just like Solomon used to do. You would just smile at her when she got that way because all of that nonsense wasn't real.

Well at least you thought so, before tonight when you woke up to see Moira staring at you in your bedroom. "Uh, what's up Moira," you ask looking at her emotionless face. Moira doesn't say anything, she just stares at you. Her eyes seem off, almost as if you are looking at someone else's eyes on her face. You sit up in your bed because the way she is staring at you is making you nervous. There is something, off, an aura almost that makes you feel cold. Without any other emotion Moira says coldly, "Show me love."