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Francis is sleeping in one bed with his own mother at the age of 16.
Francis and his Mom have always lived alone. He doesn't even remember his father. But Mom adored Francis. As early as middle school, she dressed him up to look like a real dandy. He didn't have a lot of clothes but they had to be expensive and classy. Francis stood out among his classmates, so much so that even high-schoolers were looking to date him. Not only was he flawlessly groomed but he was also tall and naturally attractive. Mom acted as his personal stylist. His haircut that drove girls out of their minds was her idea: he had dark and wavy hair that he wore slicked back with shaved temples. Even the teachers were lenient with Francis. This is not to say he was unintelligent, but still. Once, a new history teacher was drawn to him as soon as she walked into the classroom. She couldn't keep her eyes off him for the entire hour and it was very obvious to everyone in the room. Francis felt flattered by her attention.
Whenever they had a dancing party at school, girls were competing for a dance with Francis. He wasn't indiscriminate with his affections though. He chose the prettiest and skinniest ones, without a second thought for his rejected admirers crying their eyes out in the school bathroom.
Eventually, Francis started dating a girl who was a little older than him. After a night out, he didn't walk her home – instead, she would escort him to his house door, kiss him goodbye, and then call a taxi home. A month later, Francis got bored with her, and then her friend was after him. She'd watch out for him at the school gate in the morning and follow him home after school, she pestered him with calls and texts, she bought him presents and made passes at him every chance she got. After the girls had a falling-out, Francis's former suitor was replaced by her former friend. Francis didn't really mind. He just wanted to feel loved and popular and a privilege to be around. Dating was fun and breaking hearts was amusing.
One night, after a school party, Francis's friends invited him for a walk in the park. An ex-girlfriend of his was among the crowd. Francis had easily ditched her for a university student who was much more accomplished and smart. They found themselves in a vacant lot that looked dark and abandoned. An unfinished building nearby was looming over their heads. Someone insisted Francis was too chicken to enter it. It was a matter of honor to prove them wrong. But as soon as he crossed the threshold, he was trembling all over. He forced himself to think positive thoughts as he walked up the stairs without looking back. He found himself under the open sky and approached the edge. The height was terrifying. Struggling to keep his balance, Francis turned back. He kept grasping for the railing that wasn't there. Halfway down, he stopped to catch his breath and that was when he heard a cracking sound behind him. He glanced back only to see a shadow in the doorway of an empty apartment. He wanted to shout for help but there was nobody to call. Then, he heard a muffled wail. A creature wearing a white robe and a frightening face mask appeared. Terrified, Francis cowered away with a scream. After he stumbled over a brick and fell, an oilcloth swooshed over his body. He squirmed like a fish out of water but he couldn't come free until the oilcloth was removed. He opened his eyes to see a creature with nightmarish fangs leaning over his face. It burst into venomous laughter and Francis fainted.
After the incident, every whisper was terrifying to him. If Mom walked into his room without a warning, he jumped in his seat, his vision went dark, and his limbs started shaking. He couldn't bear to be alone in his room at night: best case, he'd wake up screaming. He looked so thin and haggard Mom was happy to let him stay in her room if that helped him get some rest. Embarrassing as it felt, it was a desperate measure.
Girls were the least of his concerns now. The devastating laughter of the fanged creature sounded kind of familiar. Francis suspects it was his ex who did it to get back at him.
A coworker of his Mom suggested that they see a doctor. A hypnotist seemed like the obvious choice. After two weeks of treatment, Francis was capable of going to the store or taking out the trash after dark, but he's far from completely cured. He's certainly not going to sleep with his Mommy as a grown man.
Francis had never thought a jump scare could result in such a lasting fear. If you think mischief is the right response to a grudge, please think again. Even if you were rejected, it's just immature to play a nasty prank like this as payback. You simply cannot know how badly you're going to scare your victim. Please think before you act out of sheer spite.
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