Chewing at my nails I sat in my bedroom for hours, all the lights in the room were on and the door shut. Chewie lay on the bed next to me, his loud snores were all I could hear besides the sounds of the crickets outside. All I can think about was the story that Nancy told me, and the figure that was in my bedroom just hours earlier.
It just makes me wonder. Is it Billy? Or is it Michael? Or just a sick freak trying to scare the new girls?
Either way, I don't really want to know, yet there is nothing I can do. First of all, Sidney doesn't believe me. Second of all, is Michael back? Or did Billy find us after a few days of us moving? I mean the anniversary is coming up of all those kills, and Tatums death.
All of our money is tied in this house, basically meaning that we have no other way of leaving. Either we are going to be homeless, or lay restless in this house until we die. Until it is our time to go since we keep playing the 'almost' death card.
There is no way that I can sleep with all this information, every time I close my eyes I see things. I see Billy standing over me with both lust and bloodlust in his eyes. Then there is the figure standing over me, ready to end me with a quick swipe of his knife.
Turning my head to the window I notice the sun coming up, telling me that I never slept a wink last night. Sighing I get up from my bed, heading downstairs to make a pot of coffee. Hopefully, that will help me try to cope with everything that my mind won't leave alone.
Quietly I walk down the stairs, heading straight for the coffee maker. Within seconds the delicious brown liquid filled up the pot, the smell hitting my nose instantly. A smile comes to my lips as I pour myself a cup, the smell becoming even stronger. I take the cup outside, finding a seat on the front steps as I watch everyone else wake up from their normal slumber.
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Sidney greets me outside, filling up my coffee cup for the fourth time now. She sends me a worried smile before heading back inside to make yet another pot of coffee. Once she came back outside she grabs my hand, "I am going to head to the store for a few items for Halloween. You still up for movies and pizza?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah! Yeah, sure," I smile. "Wait it's Halloween? Already?"
Her eyes go soft as she looks down at me, knowing for certain I didn't sleep last night. Sometimes I wonder if she is just giving me pity since it is the anniversary of everything tomorrow, the day I almost lost my own life. The day that Tatum lost hers.
After I sat outside for yet another hour Sidney didn't return yet, and my coffee was cold. Worst of all my butt fell asleep. Heading inside I whistle for Chewie, filling up his food bowl. When he didn't come downstairs I groaned, heading up for my room.
"Chewie," I say opening my bedroom door. "breakfast time baby boy."
I place my hand on his head, trying to wake him up. He doesn't stir from his slumber, so I shake him more. Grabbing his paw my hand touches a sticky substance. Picking up the blanket that I covered him up with hours earlier I notice his guts were ripped out of his body. Falling off of my bed and onto the floor I cry out, my hands finding my face in an attempt to hide away from my dog's dead body.
"Chewie," I cry out. Turning my body away from his body I now notice writing in blood on my mirror.
Leave now or else
I let out yet another cry as I crawl out of my bedroom, shutting the door behind me to block my view. A dull pain hits me as I lean my head against the door, the same feeling that I felt when Billy took Chewie just a year ago. Finding my feet for the first time I walk right to Nancy's house, knocking until she answers the door.
She smiles, "Oh hello (Y/n), are you alright? You don't look so good."
I move past her and find my seat at the counter in the kitchen, numbness now taking over the rest of my body. Nancy finds her seat next to me, finding my hands, but stopping. She gasps as she now notices the blood, "Who?"
"My dog," I sigh. "My baby."
"No. When?"
"This morning when I was outside and Sidney was gone. He must have come in the backdoor without me knowing."
We sit in silence for a while until Nancy gets up and grabs a washcloth. She places the rag on my hands, attempting to wash my dogs' blood off of my hands. Once she was successful she grabs my hands, "You can stay here as long as you want honey, you know that right? It is safer here."
I turn my head to look her in the eyes for the first time, "This is war Nancy, I want him dead."
