The Night is my Companion, solitude my guide.

A/N Ok, this is just a short one, for Halloween. In my opinion, this would be the scariest thing to happen.

The name comes from the Sarah McLachlan song, Possession.

I don't own Resident Evil, Capcom does.

I don't own Possession, Sarah does. :D

It had been three months after the mansion incident, and the remaining survivors still remained on edge. Jill Valentine kept the visions of the dreadful night with her, and believed the horrors would never go away. It was worse at night, the nightmares, the memories, they seemed so much realer, almost as if you could see the look on your dead comrades faces, as they were torn apart by ravenous beasts.

Jill was silently sleeping in bed. Sleep was one of the few things that came easily to the survivors, it was a place for them to relax, and try not to remember the problems which they would face in the morning.

Jill's room was quiet, only noise being the soft breathing she made as she peacefully lay.

...

Out of the blackness, came the softest whisper, barely audible, "... Here's Barry..."

Jill stirred from her slumber just slightly; she rolled on to her back, and tried to return to her dreams.

...

"What's the matter? Out of Barry..." The voice whispered once more, yet slightly louder, and slower.

Jill definitely heard the voice this time. She didn't want to open her eyes, in fear that she imagined it, or worse the hidden person would realise she's awake. She became more alert, but kept her eyes closed, and remained silent.

It was probably my imagination. This isn't the first time it has tricked me. She thought.

Minutes passed, the room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Jill began to relax a little, and started to fall back into tranquil slumber.

...

"You would fit nicely into a sandwich..." The whispering voice returned.

"...A Jill sandwich..."

Jill recognised that voice, and it hit her, Barry! Frozen in fear, all she could do was quickly shoot open her eyes.

She watched as Barry came out of the blackness, slowly lumbering along, he appeared to be carrying 2 slices of bread.

As he approached the bed, a devilish smirk appeared on his older features,

"Barry's gonna get him a Jill sandwich, alright..."

And there you go! Very short, I know but I just wanted to make a short Halloween fanfic, and what is scarier than having B-Dawg in your bedroom?

Hope you enjoyed, and I really appreciate Reviews etc, so please do

Again, I apologise for any errors, I am by far not an established writer, and honestly I never hope to be a writer, I just do it for the fun!

Artichoke

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