It was dead quiet outside the door, but I don't dare move.
I think it's playing with me, whatever it is.
I heard the footsteps loud and clear, and they stopped outside the door.
But now there's no sound!
It's so quiet...
I feel like I'm losing my mind!
I waited a few more breathless moments, then slowly and ever so quietly slid out from beneath the desk.
With the same amount of stealth I picked up my bag and flashlight, but I didn't turn it on.
I tiptoed to the door, being very careful as to not bump into anything.
I placed a shaky hand on the doorknob and put my ear to the door.
Nothing. There is no sound!
Which makes even my shallow breathing seem deafening.
I waited... and waited... and waited.
I stuck my hand in my duffel bag, blindly searching for my pepper spray.
When my hand found the cool metal can I took one long shaky breath... then flung the door open.
Expecting the worst I already had my can of pepper spray held out in front of me.
But there was no one in the hallway. No one!
How is that possible?!
That's it! I'm done with this!
I need to get out of this house!
I quickly walked out the door and pulled it shut behind me.
I glanced around, doing a once over of the hallway.
I was completely alone, but I could feel eyes on me from somewhere.
I felt as though someone was observing me; like I was being examined.
In all honesty... I felt like I was being stalked.
I'm terrified...
Can it smell my fear?
My whole body was vibrating, I'm so scared!
I got in through a window downstairs, but how am I supposed to make it all the way from here to there?!
Suddenly a little voice in my head whispered, "Run.".
I dropped my duffel bag, but was still holding my pepper spray and flashlight.
I broke into a sprint, running down the hallway, making my way to the staircase, nearly tripping on a loose floorboard.
Bounding down the staircase, taking two steps at a time, trying not to trip.
I leaped from the last step onto the landing, stumbling slightly, not even stopping to catch my breath.
I ran into the downstairs hallway, then stopped, gasping for air.
Oh no... Which door? Which door is it?!
Mentally cursing myself for not paying attention to where the door was located.
I turned right, down the hallway, flinging open the first door... No.
The next door... Nope.
Next door... Nothing!
I heard a slight shuffling from behind, I spun around.
There was a dark shape... with glowing white eyes!
It was here! Standing at the end of the hallway! Staring... at me!
I squeaked. I had meant to scream, but all that came out was a faint squeak.
Oh no... Oh no... Oh no no no no no no NO!
The world started to swim. I was hyperventilating.
I ran to the end of the hall and flung open a door, running inside, and slamming it shut behind me.
I turned the lock on the door.
Standing with my back against the door, I attempted to get my breathing under control.
I shined my flashlight around the room. There were no windows! No escape!
That's when something thumped against the door.
I gasped and my flashlight fell out of my hand, hitting the floor, and going out. I think it's broken!
I stumbled in the dark to find someplace to hide, while that thing fiddled with the lock on the door.
My hand found something... something with a handle. A closet, maybe?
I opened the sliding door and waved my hand inside, there were clothes, but I could probably squeeze in there.
I climbed in, sliding the door shut just as the other door flung opened.
It was a tight squeeze, but I was able to fit.
It was quiet, then I heard it rifling around the room.
It must know where I am. It's just playing with me.
How could it not hear my pounding heart and heavy breathing?
The rifling stopped. It was completely silent.
What is it doing?!
All of a sudden the door was thrust open and I was dragged out of the closet.
I tried to use my pepper spray, but it seemed to have no effect on it whatsoever!
It knocked the can of pepper spray out of my hand.
It lifted me off the ground, my feet were no longer touching the floor.
I screamed, flailing my arms and kicking my feet.
"No! No! No! No! No! NO!" I shouted over and over again.
It was holding me tight against itself, with my back to it.
It pulled my head to the side and brushed my hair away from my neck.
"No! No! No! No! No! No!" I kicked out, but it was no use. This thing was far stronger than I was.
It leaned into me, it's breath cold on my neck.
What is it doing?!
I felt a stinging pain, something puncturing my neck.
I fought back hard, but I could feel myself getting weaker.
"No... No... No... No..." My shouting turning into a faint whisper, barely audible.
The world blurred...
