It was really dark, and eerily quiet. This wasn't normal, PJ turned around regularly to check he wasn't being stalked by something, or someone. His phone vibrated again, but he chose to ignore it - it wasn't important right now anyway. PJ walked into the Underground station, and nobody was there. He jumped over the security gates and continued to a platform, a few people were standing, but nobody who looked overly suspicious either. The Underground train pulled in, and PJ stepped into the carriage. Looking around, nothing seemed unusal - so he sat down and began to ponder, what the hell was that whimper? Maybe it was Chris's cat, but then the laugh? Maybe he had the TV on.
PJ tried to dissmiss his thoughts, and just tried to focus on the situation. A woman sitting next to him was reading on exorcism, and her teenage daughter, with long, brown hair and hazel eyes stared at the map, looking dead. PJ looked at the floor as his phone began to vibrate again, he picked it up. It was Phil, this time.
"Hey Phil! How are you?"
"Awesome, thanks! Say, have you spoken to Chris at all?"
"Yeah, couple times actually - why?"
"Is he alright? He said he'd be here at 9:20, but he isn't. Considering it's 9:55 now."
The whimper, the laughter, the depressing responses. Maybe something was wrong with Chris, PJ stared at the map - he was closer to Chris's than he was Dan's.
"Look, I'm fairly close to him now, Phil, I can go visit him now."
Phil agreed to the idea, said his goodbyes and ended the call on PJ. PJ removed the phone from his ear and got off at the next station. Worried, he jogged slightly. There was no security at this station either, so PJ jumped over the gates. Walking into the main road, PJ looked around, the lights brought brilliant light to the city. He then walked to Chris's block of flats, when he approached the front door - he knocked loudly and called his name. No answer. PJ repeatedly did this, seven times, before looking through a window. He felt anxiety build up in him again, and looked around. He pulled out a paperclip in his back pocket, and thanks to Tumblr, he unlocked the door. Shutting it behind him, and locking it with the keys left in the door - which were presumably Chris's. The light in the hallway was off, so PJ turnt it on. Hissing came from the kitchen, feeling his fingers go numb again, PJ walked slowly to the kitchen. He opened the door slowly and reluctantly, it gave a loud creak and startled what was in there. PJ had missed it, whatever it was had gone. There was a lot of broken china plates, glasses and jars. PJ walked out of the room, and bumped into something, it was Chris. He looked dead, like the girl on the train.
"Chris...?"
"Yes?"
Anxiety built up, the numbness grew to all parts of PJ's body. He felt faint, and dizzy, but just had to stay with himself, at least for a few moments.
"Are you alright?"
Chris looked up, his eyes were no longer that deep, rich brown, but a pale red. He had a large, abnormal grin that showed off the most frightening of teeth, sharp and pointed.
"Why, I'm just dandy..."
Chris patted PJ's shoulder, and smiled. He looked down at PJ, and saw the blade. He held out his other hand, and using telekenises, lifted the blade out of his pocket. Chris then held the blade, took his hand away from PJ's shoulders and smirked.
"What's this, a blade? Was somebody planning on doing something very naughty, Mr Ligouri?"
Chris laughed, it was the same sort of laugh that happened when PJ was talking to Chris on the phone. PJ felt an urge to run, so he did. He began to run into the kitchen, jumping over the glass. He then heard even faster footsteps follow after him, Chris, holding the blade. PJ ran into the bathroom, shut and locked the door and in a panic, began to ring Phil, as soon as it picked up, PJ began talking very, very quickly.