☕︎︎𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢☕︎︎. 𝙵.𝙷.

𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 - 𝚙𝚝.𝟷

⚠︎︎⚠︎︎The idea of this chapter is not from me! I've seen a couple people do similar things but I believe the original is from @sexcify, go check her out⚠︎︎⚠︎︎

Five and you are teenagers in this story, a bit older bc you have your drivers license

23:30pm
Today was a shit day.

As you watch the rain fall from the window of the donut shop you worked in, you thought about finally getting home after a long day of work.

You sigh as Agnes prints out your last order of the day. Agnes was the owner of the Shop and your Best friends aunt.

You and her usually worked together, it was a summer job so that you both could earn the money to support your career and get your dream job.

It wasn't really fun, but most days it was fine.

You were on your way to become an actress, so while you were fulfilling your dream during the year,
You were working in this donut shop during the summer.

Summer is usually your favorite season but the weather in Toronto is mostly shit anyways.

23:36pm

You slam the door of your car after you packed the order from griddy's

Why do people have to be so weird? You mumbled as you looked at the receipt that Agnes printed out.

It was an order for a  black coffee.

Who the fuck orders black coffee in the middle of the night?

Sounds like a old man. Or maybe a psychopath. Or maybe both.

What if he's a criminal?
You think about the times you parents told you not to go out alone late at night.
What if he tries to kidnap me?

I need to stop overthinking..
You think to yourself and shake your head. 

Everything is fine. I'm old enough. And if something does happen..
You reach into your bag and you are relieved when you find the small dose of pepper spray (stay safe bēbē)
...I still have this.

23:42pm

You looked at the houses passing by in the rain while you're driving

You check the receipt again, it had a single note written on it

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.

You chuckled. Rude AND drinks black coffee at midnight. Definitely some 60year old asshole.

Your thoughts are interrupted by your phone telling you that you've arrived at the destination.

You look up to see a dimly lit street.
There are a couple closed stores but in the
middle of the street, a big house throned into the sky.

You see the house. House number four.  The house was even weirder than the order.
It was big and fancy, like really fancy
Who builds such a nice house in this kind of neighborhood?

You sigh and pull the cap of your Hoodie  over your head.
Anyways. Let's get this over with

23:47pm

You make your way out of the car across the empty street. The yellow and dimly lit laterns reflecting in the puddles.

As your walking towards the big metal gate you suddenly step into one of the  puddles.

"Shit" your whisper to yourself, "this day just keeps getting worse". Your used vans sneakers are even dirtier now.

You make your way up the stairs and stand there for a bit before you decide to reach for the fancy doorbell, that looks like a lion on the big wooden door but then suddenly-