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The chiming of the clock announced it's eleven o' clock.
The house is dark, save for the light from the TV and a lamp in the bedroom upstairs to light the way for me when I decide to retire for the night. I yawned, stretching myself out on the couch, hugging a pillow to my chest as I watched the screen, waiting for the commercials to end so I can finish the show before it was interrupted.
Just as the last commercial ended and the program started up again, a knock sounded at the door. "Ignore them, Kaylee. Give it a minute and they'll go away. No one should be knocking on someone's door at this hour, anyway," I sighed to myself, ignoring the continuous knocking at my front door. A few minutes later they're still at it.
"Why can't that lunatic take a hint?!" I muttered harshly, turning the TV off and headed upstairs to go to bed.
Settling into the bed, I pulled my covers over my body and turned out the light. And whoever was knocking at the door finally stopped... only to start up again and this time, it was more insistent.
"Ugh! I've had it!" I cried, kicking off the covers and stalked over to the window and threw it open. "Oi! Whoever you are, stop bangin' on my door and take a hike!" I shouted, leaning a little way out the window, using what light I had from the moon to see whoever it was on my front porch.
"Good evening, Alice. Why don't you meander your delightful little self down here and open the door for me, Cricket?" the figure asked me, looking up to my bedroom window where I watched him scowling.
"You got the wrong address, pal. There's no one here named Alice. Take a hike before I call the cops! Some people are trying to go to sleep around here!" I snapped, shutting the window, cutting off communication with the man on my porch.
CRASH!
I jolted in my place in the bed, sitting up straighter and cringing when the sounds of large items being knocked over came from downstairs. My heart stopped, the sudden action from the lower areas of the house making my adrenaline surge through my tired body, pushing out all thoughts of sleep from my mind. I waited, straining my ears to listen for more sounds, my breath catching in my chest and heart nearly exploding from out of me when footsteps were made heard slowly coming up the stairs.
Do something, Kaylee! Don't just sit there waiting for that creep to walk into the bedroom! Call the cops! Get help! my mind screamed and I reacted in kind, grabbing my cell phone and hiding myself in the closet.
"What's your emergency?"
"Hello? You have to send someone out here right now! Someone's in my house!" I whispered frantically, resisting the urge to scream when I heard the man's voice call out, "Alice, where are you? Where are you, Alice? You can't hide from me forever, Cricket."
"Miss? Stay with me. Where are you?" the operator asked me.
"I'm in my closet in my room," I replied, jumping when I heard the slight creak of my bedroom door opening. "Oh, my God. He's in my room," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut and tried not to cry in fear and anxiety of the situation.
"Just stay quiet and don't leave your hiding place. I'm tracing your call and sending a unit out for you. Stay on the line," the man instructed, and I nodded to myself, slipping the phone into my pocket and pulled my hair back and stuck it into the back of my shirt and put my hands on the wall, quickly placing my feet on the wall opposite and scaled up to the ceiling, bracing myself there.
"Alice," the intruder crooned to me, "come out, come out, where ever you are."
"I do so enjoy our run ins, Cricket, but you're wearing on my patience. We're late for a very important date and I can't leave without you," he sighed, no denying the annoyance in his voice as his footsteps came closer to where I hid myself in the closet. I resisted the urge to scream when the closet door swung open to allow the intruder access to the small space. I watched him from my place on the ceiling as he rifled through my clothing before he sighed again. "No cooperation! No cooperation at all!" he said to himself, leaving the closet and closing the door behind him.
I listened as the man's footsteps retreated from the room, the soft click of the door closing reaching my ears moments later. Bracing myself against the wall, I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and whispered, "I think he's gone."
"Miss, the squad car is just about to turn onto your street. Are you all right?" the operator asked.
"I'm not hurt, just scared. Thank you," I said, my voice breaking in my anxiety of the terrifying events.
"I'm just doing my job, miss. The officers I dispatched should be walking through your front door right about now," the man said before I disconnected the line.
"Is anybody there?" another voice called out, this time following the creaking of the door and two pairs of footsteps. The police.
"I'm in here," I said softly, jolting when the closet door opened.
"Miss, it's alright. You can come out now," a female officer coaxed, pushing my clothes aside, trying to find me.
"I'm up here," I said quietly, somewhat amused when the cop's surprised face looked up to meet my gaze from above her. Scaling back down the wall of the closet, I followed her out and took a seat on my bed, unable to stop the trembling of my body.
"It's okay now. It's all over," the male cop said, taking a seat beside me and bringing me into a comforting embrace.
After a while of answering questions for them, the duo made for the front door to take their leave.
"One more thing, Ms. Rose," the female cop, Officer Daniels, said, turning around to face me.
"Yes, Officer?"
"Do you happen to know who this guy is or what he wanted?"
"I don't know who he is, but he was looking for someone named Alice. He thought I was her and said he wasn't leaving without me," I said, shivering as the memory of his voice telling me so.
"You spoke with him?"
"Yeah, but... he wasn't in the house when we were. He was knocking on my door and when I opened my window and yelled at him to leave, he called me Alice and asked for me to open the door for him," I said slowly, feeling the effects of the adrenaline rush wearing off at a fast rate.
"Why didn't you mention this before?" the second cop, Officer McAdams, asked me, sounding irritated at not knowing this piece of information.
"I was in shock and we didn't speak long! A few minutes after cutting off communication, he broke the door down," I said, letting out a yawn and tried not to fall asleep standing up in the cops' presence.
"Well, we won't keep you longer. Get some rest. You need it," Officer Daniels said kindly, herding her partner out of the house, closing the broken door behind them. I stared dumbstruck at the busted door, the topmost hinge no longer bolted into the wall and the bottom hinge barely keeping the door from falling in before forcing myself to walk back upstairs to my room.
Laying down on the bed, I tried shaking the horrifying events of the night, falling into sleep a short period later, exhausted.
I scowled in my sleep at the feel of something wet dripping on my face and wiped at it. Feeling the sensation again, I growled and opened my eyes, screaming in horror of the blood red letters above my head reading: I'm coming for you.
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