DEVIL IN DISGUISE

26 ➤ HIDE

⇢ [Chapter 26: Hide] ˎˊ˗ ꒰

Different thoughts popped up in my head. I tried declining them but it's quite hard to do so. Would Ian even have a reason to do that? I really don't think so.

Even though he may be somewhat a jerk at times, I don't think he would have the courage to commit a murder. But now thinking about it, in this place where I am now, everything just feels odd.

I glanced outside the window which was also covered by a white-colored curtain. It wouldn't hurt to just take a peek outside, right?

I stood up from the couch, my heart still beating fast and my breath still unsteady since I have now known about Lia's murder. This was hard to take in. Why would she be murdered? She seems like a kind person! I don't think she has any enemies. Is there someone behind all of these who secretly has a big hatred for her?

I walked towards the large door that leads to the outside. As I moved closer, I have then scanned the locks of the door. "what the–?" I muttered while touching the different locks of the door. There's a passcode, a lock that requires a card, and a lock that requires a key. The door looks really secured, but why is it locked from the inside?

I immediately moved towards the window with curiosity. I moved the white curtain aside and tried sliding open the window. It didn't budge. My eyes darted to the window's handle, it also requires a key.

I cussed, stepping away from it. What exactly is even happening right now?

I walked back to the long couch that has the remote placed on and turned off the tv. I plopped myself into the comfortable sensation of the couch. I patted the soft texture of it while I threw my head back, glaring at the ceiling.

"What do I do.." I closed my eyes shut as more thoughts went into my head. Negative thoughts. And they are mostly about my safety in Ian's house.

The male from the video clip indeed does look like Ian, but the whole face wasn't seen yet though! 

I sighed. The attire seems like something Ian would wear if he ever felt like being comfy, I mean, I think I have seen that same brand of sweatpants somewhere. Wasn't Ian wearing that same brand months ago? Like when we first met?

"augh–" I groaned. I don't even know if he even wore sweatpants during that day. I decided to focus on the situation happening right now. The main door is locked, the window of the living room is locked. How about the other windows or doors? I don't even know if there are other doors leading outside though.

I stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. It was pretty large. There's a table in the center, most likely where finished food will be placed. There are lights resembling a ball dangling off the ceiling to that table. There are some stools around it too.

I opened the large refrigerator behind me and looked at its contents. There isn't that much food to directly eat. There are mostly eggs, milk, vegetables, and meat from different animals stored inside a container. There aren't any chocolate milk or cookies, or whatever. 

I closed it after finding nothing interesting to me. I walked outside of the kitchen and looked around the large living room. I turned around my body while doing so, getting a full view of almost the whole interior of the house.

I sighed then walked towards the stairs, deciding that I should go and sleep since I don't anything else to do. I also want to lay down and rest from all of these things. Lia now pronounced dead and the house being locked gave me anxiety and grief.

I halt from my steps when I noticed a small door under the large staircase. It's not really that small, it could still allow a six feet person to enter without bending down their body, it's just that it's smaller than the other doors here that seem to be the height of around seven to eight feet.

I walked closer to it. The material is the same as the other doors here, the only difference is the size. I brought my hand up to the doorknob and twisted it. The door moved away slightly, together with a click of a sound.

It opened!

I cautiously walked in after pushing the door more further with the object letting out a squeak. Luckily, I can see a light switch near the doorway. I pressed it, resulting in a yellow-colored light illuminating the whole room.

Walking down the stairs while analyzing my surroundings, the room appears to be the basement.

My curiosity went up when I saw a long table in the corner. I hesitatingly walked closer to it.

I gasped, "what the hell is this?"  I mumbled. My breathing became more unsteady when I saw the other weapons laid on the table. There was a knife, stained with the red crimson color of blood.

There's also a familiar knuckle brass. It was the same color and size as the one the twins used. But this time, it was also stained with blood. The steel material of both the knife and knuckle brass reflected my horrified yet confused face.

I don't feel safe anymore.

I ran back towards the stairs of the basement with the palm of my hand covering my mouth. My eyes still widened in terror and shock. I closed the door after turning off the light in the basement. I stood there, trying to process everything.

I should leave.

I immediately walked up the staircase to the second floor, a thought stuck in my mind. The main door and windows downstairs are locked, but what if the door or windows upstairs aren't?

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, I was now greeted with the cozy area. A couch, the bean bag, large tv, and of course, the fluffy carpet. There was a window near the area. I squinted my eyes as I walked closer. It doesn't seem to require a key. I tried pulling it open and the sound of it sliding filled my hearing. My eyes beamed in glee.

I looked down from the window. I'm pretty sure I can fit myself and land in a safe fall. It doesn't look that high from up here. 

Without hesitation, I propped myself up, my legs now dangling off the window. I sat there for a few seconds with my eyes stuck on the ground below me. I breathed out.

With a small huff, I landed safely on the ground. Well, not really safely though. I am now laid on my back, the grass now tickling my skin. "holy shit," I murmured, standing up from my position with a small aching pain on my back and my feet. I dusted myself off then ran to who knows where. My eyes scanned the surroundings. Anxiety then consumed me once again.