The Grabber

Later, Bunny

As Andrea slowly stirred, she reached a hand to her head. She winced a bit as she slowly sat up.
"Goddamn," she muttered. She rubbed her eyes to relieve them, then suddenly heard the door creak open. She jumped a bit at the sudden break of silence as her gaze shifted to the door. As Al's mask was revealed, his voice pushed through the tension.
"How are you feeling?" He asked. Andrea stared as she moved her hand down.
"I have a headache," she said plainly. Al nodded.
"That'll happen," he sighed. "You'll be fine. Do you remember anything?" Andrea gulped as she looked at him.
"It's foggy," she replied. "All I remember is eating that cupcake." Al stared in silence as he slowly adjusted his hand on the handle, gripping it tightly. "What happened?" She asked in almost a whisper. She was almost afraid to ask.
"Oh, don't you worry about that," he sighed.
Andrea's face filled with worry. "Did you..." He shook his head as he chuckled.
"No, no. Do I look like I would do that?" Andrea didn't respond. "If I was going to do that, I wouldn't drug you. That's no fun." Andrea gulped as he removed his hand from the handle to shrug with it. "Just needed some answers, is all." He looked at the handle as he tapped his fingers against it with a slow sigh. He looked at Andrea, who moved back. She noticed his gaze shift down. "You want another shirt since yours is a bandage now?" Andrea pulled the top of her tank top up to cover where his gaze shifted.
"If you hadn't cut me, I would have mine on."
"Well, it's a win-win for me, doll," he shrugged.  Andrea brought her knees to her chest to cover her body. He chuckled. "It should be fine, now. You can put that shirt back on if you want."
"It's covered in blood," Andrea mentioned. Al turned as he began to close the door.
"It's that, or I get a view every time I'm down here. Whichever you prefer." Andrea perked up as she door closed with a soft thud. The door was unlocked.
She quickly unwrapped her shirt from her leg, being careful not to cause it to bleed more. She sighed in frustration as it still bled.
"Fuck," she said as she tied it back. "You've gotta be kidding me." She pulled her tank top up again as she knew she had no choice but to keep her shirt around her leg. She looked back up to the door and decided to carefully move towards it. She pulled it enough to see that it was unlocked. At the sight of movement in the kitchen, she closed the door back, listening to the sound of the door closing, but not locking.
"Gah," she winced as she gripped her head in pain. "Damnit." Her other hand fell from the door handle to hold her head.
"Don't go up there," A voice pleaded. Andrea jumped at the sound as she looked behind her. She was shocked at what she saw.
"Billy?" She shook. "Billy Showalter?"
"Is that my name?" He asked. Andrea tilted her head a bit.
"You don't remember your name?" Billy shook his head.
"I don't, but it doesn't matter anymore. You can't go up there. You remember what happened last time?" Andrea looked down as she definitely remembered.
"You know what happened?"
"We see everything. We can't move on unless the Grabber is dead. If he moves, we move with him. While he's still here, we're here and see everything that he does." Billy took slow steps closer. "He won't stop this time. You can beg all you want. He'll beat you, and beat you until you pass out. He's waiting for you right now. He's not going to give you another chance." Andrea looked up to examine his appearance.
"How are you here?" She gently asked.
"It's a vision," he replied. "You can't hear the phone, can you?" Andrea shook her head. Billy nodded as he began to walk around a bit. "We couldn't hear it, either when we were alive. We tried calling you."
"Why?"
"To help you get out of here," he looked at her. "To warn you. It's a miracle you're not dead yet."
"I know.." Andrea looked back to the door. "How can I get out of here? Without him noticing me trying? He saw that break in the wall and thought it was me. He could have killed me right there." Billy glanced towards the window. Andrea followed his gaze as it trailed to the floor.
"He checks on you way too often," he sighed. "Much more than he checked on us. You must be special to him." Andrea looked down as she thought she was at one point. Perhaps it was all a lie. "I don't know what you can do that would be quick enough."
"What did you try?" Billy looked towards the wall behind her. Andrea watched as he walked towards it and knelt down. He pulled something out from under the wall. "A cord?"
"I used it to get to the window," he said as he walked towards the barred window. He tried throwing the cord in hopes it would go through the metal bars. "It took a while to get it through. Once it did, I tried to climb it to pull the pin to open the window."
"But the bars would still be there. How would you get out?" At another failed attempt, Billy sighed and let the cord fall by his side.
"You don't," he said as he didn't move his gaze from the window. "You shout for help and pray someone hears you." He turned to look at Andrea. "You don't have time to wait. He comes down so often, he'll either see you trying to get up there or the window open. Either way, you're screwed."
"So there's no way out.." Andrea sighed. Billy shook his head.
"Not like this, anyway. I'm sorry. The best advice I can give you right now is to not go upstairs. Don't anger him. Don't play his game. It'll be the last game you ever play." Andrea shuddered as she remembered the name of the game.
"Yeah," she shook in a whisper.
"As long as he's around, you don't have a chance. Your best bet is to stay out of his way. Be careful." Andrea nodded as she looked at Billy. As he looked at her, Andrea grasped her head in pain again.