Byron's Secret (Slenderman Romance)

Chapter 19. My Custom Shirt

Wednesday

I nearly screamed as a loud, ringing noise blared from somewhere near me. I hastily stood but regretted it when I lost my balance and fell on my bed.

My bed.

. . . Why was I sleeping on the floor?

I sneezed as I felt the coldness getting worse. The ringing finally made sense once I saw the floor in front of my bed. Not a moment later, my alarm clock started ringing as well. I turned it off and sluggishly walked towards my phone but stopped once I saw the broken shards of glass around it.

That's when I remembered what happened last night, waking up with that strange man in my room, when I clearly made sure to lock the doors and windows. My eyes snapped to the window, and it was completely open, making my room colder than normal.

I hopped on my bed and onto the other side to avoid the broken glass and shut it close, only then noticing that the lock was broken. The ringing noise finally stopped, giving my mind a little snidge of peace. I carefully walked to my phone and reached it out, at least the ringing means it wasn't broken. I know I threw it pretty hard, especially my lamp－obviously.

I still checked my phone if it's fully working and sneezed again. Damn, it's freezing. I don't feel well since yesterday morning and after what happened, maybe I should call in sick . . .

But then I would have to stay here, alone, by myself. Yeah, that's not safe. I'm definitely going to work where there's company. I mean, that man practically broke into my house, who knows what'll happen next.

I was about to get ready so I could clean the mess when I saw a paper on the floor with a writing that says, 'ALWAYS WATCHES NO EYES' with black crayon and a drawing of a circle with two crosses. I picked it up and examined it, this kind of writing seemed familiar like I've seen it before, and that guy left it, why?

Unsure, I walked over my drawer and slipped it inside, I'll think about that later. I left my room and grabbed a broom and a dustpan to start cleaning. Once I got a closer look at the mess, I noticed the dried blood around.

I immediately scanned myself if I got hurt, but I was perfectly fine. I guess he was the one who got hurt . . . well, good for him! He deserves it!

I sweeped the floor and groaned as the blood stains stayed, I don't have time for this. I'm gonna be late.

I kept the things away and started preparing to leave for work. What a way to start the day . . .

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I wrapped the towel around me and headed down the stairs, my clean clothes were still down the basement, I've been a little busy with work and didn't have the time for chores.

As I made it to the living room, I saw my sketchpad still on top of the table with that infernal sign. What does it even mean? Last time, it was scratched on one of the windows.

I walked over and picked it up, examining it though it really doesn't mean anything to me. Is it supposed to be a warning or . . ?

Hmm . . .

I took a sharpie from the kitchen drawer and headed down the basement, I rummaged through the neat pile of clothes and found a plain white shirt. I proceeded on messily drawing the crossed out circle on it.

I don't know why am doing this, not at all. But strangely enough, if my theory is correct, this thing, this sign, is supposed to scare the hell out of me. Well, it's not working and they－whoever the fuck those people are－should know.