✨Only In My Imagination✨ (Alastor x fem! reader love story) ✓ [COMPLETED] BOOK 1

✨Prologue✨

I was six years old when I first saw him.

I remember it so clearly, as if it merely happened yesterday, and not twenty years ago.

I was in a dark forest, surrounded by large trees that casted shadows down upon me.

The only bright thing I could see, was the color red.
A man, his back to me, standing in the only clearing of this somewhat forbidden forest, while he hummed an old song I can't quite remember under his breath.

I approached him, before his head turned to look at me upon hearing the sudden break of a twig under my foot.

I had never been more frightened before in my life, until I saw him.

His eyes were as red as blood, his teeth sharp like razors, and his smile...a wide smile from ear to ear, made my blood run cold.

He looked like a monster out of a horror book, or even from a worst nightmare.
But this type of nightmare I had no power in waking up.

I was shaking, but in this dream, he knelt down before me to meet my level in height, before a sentence left his lips in amusement.

"Why, isn't this interesting?" I remember he said, "hello little mortal!"

His voice was static like a radio, and whenever he tilted his head, his red and black tuffs that resembled deer ears would tilt as well.

He never showed to be a threat during those few moments, but when he stood back up again, he grinned down at me, and said these words that still haunt me to this day... years later...

"I suppose we will be seeing each other more often."

Why, you ask, would that haunt me?
Because he was telling the truth.

Ever since that night, I've seen him in my dreams consistently, nearly every night when I was young, before turning to at least four times a week when I became a young teen.

The creepiest part about it is...he remembered everything.

He remembered what we talked about in the dreams prior, would point out that I'm growing like a weed, and would bring up old topics of conversation that I had completely forgotten.

This wasn't a normal dream. This was something else. But I didn't know what...

When I tried to tell my family, they believed that I was doing bad things, like drugs.

When I proved that I wasn't, they assigned me for therapy and got me a psychiatrist, who prescribed me a medication that would make me have dreamless nights.

Those pills were the only things that could keep that...thing out of my head.

When there was a night when I didn't take them...he was there. Every time.

But I can't help but wonder this...
Was he...always there?

IS he...always there?

Why...is he always there?

That's a question I didn't get the answer to until I turned twenty six.
So to cut this short;

Hi, my name is Y/N L/N, and this...is my story.