[ WP ] write a horror story . But the narrator ( who is n't in the story ) thinks it 's a love story .

I've seen this play out multiple of times, usually on an odd cold night. This was more than true love, it was infinitely true love. Not the 7th grade'love' you see in movies, but heart pounding, passionate love. The kind of love stories are written about, and you feel the warmth from the words you read. 
 
 It started out with the awkward staring, the butterflies rose from the depths of his stomach as he silently watched her. She was brushing her hair, her room dimly lit by two lamps on either side of her, but that smile really brightened any room. He felt himself gravitate towards her, he moved silently, leisurely towards her until he realized he must keep himself hidden until it was time. 
 
 She paced around her room as she got ready for bed, the same routine she always done. First she'd brush out her long hair, then she'd wipe off the days make up, then she put on her pajamas, and lastly she'd turn on her favorite night light. As she turned off all the lights and settled in bed, he crept towards her. Gazing into her life, hoping one day to be a part of it. 
 
 The next night it was the same, he'd watch her from a distance and grow ever more in love with this beautiful young girl. Every morning she left for high school, looking forward to her forever summer that was so close. She worked hard for everything she could get behind, she was always kind and always helping out anyone in need. 
 
 He even kept an eye on her when she would make dangerous trips to the rundown part of town. She'd bring sandwiches to the homeless and pass along toiletries and other things that were a necessity. He'd protected her from onlookers, and evildoers. He kept his distance despite his unruly need to be as close to her as possible. He just needed that right moment to introduce himself, to show himself. 
 
 Well that night came and went often until weeks down the line he finally took his chance. It was surprisingly warm, her parents just left for the weekend, and she decided to prepare for a comfy night in alone. With her parents gone she was able to relax on the couch in just a tank top and her boxers. She settled in nice and warm and made a call to a friend. 
 
 He approached the open window in the back of the house, and with some above average muscle he managed to make it into the room. Slowly he realized he was finally in ***her*** room. He gently caressed the silky sheets of her bed, and he knelt next to it as soon as he saw her dirty shirt, right in front of his feet. He snatched it from the floor and lovingly, like a cat, buried his face into it. 
 
 Instantly he put it away as he heard the soft steps of his beloved, - of course'away' being in his pocket. He hid like a scared child behind her door as she walked in, and to his relief she had headphones on with loud music. He audibly sighed. 
 
 As she got to her bed, something told her to turn around, it was fate. She turned slightly and was greeted with hands around her neck, a loving embrace from a man madly in love with her. She struggled against him from the sudden jump scare. He had passion burning holes into her own eyes, the way that he was staring at her. She looked wide eyed as he took her breath away, and in one heated moment two bodies became entangled with the thread from fate itself. 
 
 All the emotions pushed her into unconsciousness, so much so that he had to carry her to her new home. Which of course he wrapped her up tight with her soft silky sheets. He grabbed everything he could and carried her all the way home. 
 
 Once he got there, he gave her a newly renovated room, one with many chains, many outlets, many devices with which to keep them both happy and occupied. She lived happily ever after with her fated companion, they enjoyed many games, many happy tears, and many joyful moments.
