Haunted

A/N: Hey guys! :3 So this is my first Rise of the Guardians fanfiction, so i'm new to all this stuff. I don't mind critiques, as they help me improve my work, but please don't go too far! Hope you enjoy :)

~Eimie1

Jack was in his room in Santoff Clausen, North's workshop. It was quite late at night, and the workshop was shutting down for the evening. Machines were being turned off, and all the lights that were illuminating the building in a warm glow were disappearing, making the whole area black.

Pitch black.

Jack shuddered from where he was lying on his bed, his staff by his side. He did not like the experience of shuddering, as he rarely shuddered, considering that he was practically immune to the cold since he was reborn as Jack Frost. However, the name of the Guardian's enemy, Pitch Black, otherwise known as the Boogeyman, still sent shivers up and down Jack's spine. He knew that himself and the Guardians had defeated Pitch, Jack had witnessed how Pitch was consumed by his own Fearlings, but Jack still felt strangely on edge. He knew he should feel safe, but after being alone for 300 years, he wasn't used to feeling on edge about anything, as mostly no one could see him for the majority of his life.

Jack moved from lying on his back to lying on his side, trying to get some sleep. For the last few days, since they had defated Pitch, Jack had found it hard to fall alseep. He wasn't sure why, but it annoyed him. Immortals needed to sleep too, y'know.

Suddenly, Jack thought he saw a dark shadow move across the wall of his room. He stood up from his bed and grabbed his staff for protection, trying to focus his vision on the wall. But the shadow was gone.

"Probably just imagining things, I'm just being paranoid" Jack thought to himself, as he turned around to lie on the bed again.

But as he turned around, he was stopped dead in his tracks. His breath caught in his throat, and he dropped his staff as a result of losing all the feeling in his arms. His feet felt stuck to the ground, and his sapphire-blue eyes were wide open and staring at who had just materialised onto his bed, a dark grin on his face.

Pitch Black.