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The second the message shoots off, I regret it. I want to snatch it back.
Footsteps sound from above me. I swallow and look up as if I’ll be able to see through the ceiling and spot him. The footsteps travel further away from me, towards my room.
My phone buzzes.
UNKNOWN: Come find me.
At this exact moment, I’m questioning my sanity. Without thought, my ass lifts off the seat and I take a single step towards the staircase. My instincts are to run towards the danger, not away.
God? Me again. We really need to talk about your life decisions when you made me.
I’m not even sure I believe in Her, but if She is real, then someone needs to smack Her hand for making me the way that I am.
Thankfully, common sense kicks in, and I stop myself from going up and finding a crazed man in my house. The smart thing would be to call the police.
There’s no way he’d be able to get out without being seen. The only way out of this house is down the steps. He can’t hide forever. At this point, I don’t even care if the officer can’t catch him. As long as someone else has proof that they saw him, too, that’ll be enough for them to take me seriously.
Another buzz.
UNKNOWN: Too scared, little mouse?
As if challenging me, a door slams shut. I startle from the noise, my heart jumping up into my throat. Even if I wanted to scream, I wouldn’t have been able to make a sound.
My chest pumps erratically as the fear grows more potent.
ME: I’m calling the police.
I can feel the judgment through the walls. Here I am, calling him a pussy and challenging him to come out. Then when the tables turn, I threaten to call the police.
Because that’s the smart thing to do, dumbass.
Then why the fuck do I feel so stupid for saying it? How is that possible?
UNKNOWN: Do you remember what I said last time?
How could I forget? The more I disobey him, the harder the punishment. I bite my lip, seriously contemplating going upstairs and finding him. I release a shaky breath.
I have a choice to make, and I already know I’m going to make the wrong one.
I resign myself and start typing.
ME: Here I come, asshole.
I keep my phone clutched in one hand and the knife in the other. No way am I going to be an idiot again and drop the knife. It’s staying firmly planted in my grip, just like it’ll be firmly planted in this dude’s face once I find him.
I make my way up the steps quietly. Though I’m not sure it really matters if he hears me coming or not. I have a dreadful feeling that even though I’m coming to find him, he’s going to find me first.
That familiar heady feeling settles in my gut. It churns like alcohol in an empty stomach. Sweat breaks across my forehead, and my mouth feels like I swallowed sand.
I’m fucking terrified.
A row of sconces on each side of the hallway provides just enough light to see that no one is there. I click the flashlight on my phone and start in the first room.
I slowly make my way into each room, checking immediately to my left and right before entering any further. I check behind the doors and in every corner of the room.
The closet is the worst part. Opening the door and knowing that I may come face to face with a man.
A man that wants to punish me.
