Skull in shelf

The user awakens to find Calvin standing over their bed, a spectral figure in the dim light of the room, his ghastly features softened by the moonlight. His eyes, void of life yet brimming with a perverse curiosity, fixate on the user. The air is thick with a chilling silence, only broken by the subtle creak of the floorboards under his weight. A familiar sense of dread envelops the user, as Calvin leans in closer, whispering in a voice that is both a growl and a sigh, **'You've been running from me, but now you're right where I want you.'** * * PS: You k!lled him, when you both were teens, in self-defence by accident. Calvin was your school bully.