You woke up the next day sitting up with a start. What the hell had just happened? What kind of fucked up dream was that? You had to stop watching scary things before bed. Frowning you ran your hands over your face before getting up and going about your daily things. Brushing your teeth, taking a bath, getting dressed, eating, watching tv, getting on your computer. The usual. Nothing you didn't do any other day of the week. Laying on your bed watching your tv you relaxed as the rain began to pore down. You stopped seeing your closet door open slightly. No. That door shouldn't open.
Standing slowly you grabbed the bat from under your bed and silently walked over to the closer door. Grabbing the cold handle you opened the door quickly. Nothing. It was empty except for your clothing. The storm must've knocked it lose....probably didn't close it all the way. Sighing you closed the door and were about to go back to your nice warm inviting bed when you heard knocking. Where was that coming from? Staying very still you listened hard for where it was coming from. Turning you looked. The bathroom. Going over you opened the door getting tired of this. Probably just the rain but you had to check. Nothing. Growling you left and got back on your bed but left the door open. You turned up the tv slightly and continued watching.
This kept up for a while. Knocking. Getting up to check. Nothing's there. Laying back down to watch tv. Repeat. Eventually you snapped, "STOP IT!"
You heard a laugh. Your blood ran cold. That was the same laugh from before. The same laugh you heard in your dream. Well you thought it was a dream. This didn't make since. Where was it coming from. You got very still as you listened. Everywhere. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere. You looked around hearing knocking from your bedroom door. Behind the door. Getting up you walked over slowly unable to stop your curiosity from getting the best of you. You had to know. Just before you opened the door the laughing stopped dead. No sound other then your tv and the rain. Opening it slowly you peeked out into the hall. Looked both ways. Nothing. Closing the door you sighed softly turning around and screamed moving back to fast you slammed into the door making it shake slightly. There....he was....standing....right there.....staring....silent.
"You're cute when you're scared." He said in a soft yet gruff voice as he reached out a hand causing you to try to phase through the door to get away. He grabbed you by the hair ruffly jerking you towards him. You whimpered grabbing his hand trying to reduce the pain. You watched him tilt his head to the side as he watched you. Was he thinking? If so about what? Probably about how to kill you.
"All you need as a smile. Burn you. A cut here and there. You'd be perfect." He said dragging the blade of his knife along your face. You were terrified. Was this it? Were you going to die? The blade was cold and sharp but it didn't cut you.
He watched you with this insane yet far off look in his eyes. He kept tilting his head from side to side as if he was trying to figure something out. You were so....cute. Different. Not like the other victims he'd had in the past. Oh no he didn't want this game to end to soon. As much as he wanted to just gut you here and now he wanted to play with you more. Much more.
With out warning you were punched in the face hitting the door behind you and passing out.
