•G L I T C H• (remake) DISCONTINUED

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

2021
23:12/11:12pm
May 22nd
Saturday

Alex POV

The boy puts his hands over my mouth roughly and his other hand went on my neck. His cold hands starts to grip on me, like I'm being pinned down against my will.

I try to move but when I do, his grip gets tighter. I'm on the verge of crying at this point.

I see his face get closer to mine. He looks pale white, like he's been freezing for years: From the feeling of his hands, he is freezing cold.

He formed a smile before he disappeared, and once he did I immediately sat up. I was hyperventilating, I thought I was going crazy or delusional.

I went to the bathroom quickly, locked the door behind me and looked at myself in the mirror.

All I saw was this red mark on my face, the shape of a hand formed on me. The other red mark was on my neck, looking like I was being strangled before.

I was tearing up, scared and tired of that.

I cried in the bathroom for a good few minutes until I hesitated to go back to my room.

After I went back to my room, I couldn't get that much sleep; I kept on thinking and thinking about what the hell happened.

2021
6:58am
May 24th
Monday

I wake up with only 3 hours of sleep, exhausted. The night before was horrifying for me.

I get up and put on some clothes.

Today I'm wearing a band t-shirt, some baggy black jeans, my black zip up sweater (opened/unzipped), and my high top Vans.

I comb my hair and fluff it up because if imma look like a sack of shit might as well try to look good at it.

As soon as I was done, I went downstairs to make myself some toast. As I was making it, I See in the refrigerator's reflection, the same boy was behind me.

I quickly turned around, twitching and breathing heavily only to see nothing there.

I continued to look in front of me until I heard it.

"Looking for me?"

I turned my head around to only see nothing right there. I was twitching more than ever. I started to tear up while my hands are over my head.

This thing is haunting me, I hate it.

I looked back at my toast and saw it burning. I quickly snapped out of it and went to go take it out of the toaster.

The Toast is burnt as hell so I threw it away. I sighed and ran back upstairs to brush my teeth.

When I was done, I went back downstairs and was met with my dad watching TV. He had the news on and it was a missing Person case.

A kid named Isaac went missing yesterday according to the news, poor kid.

Dad noticed me and got up from the couch.

"Alright kid, let's go.." he said with a..creepy tone in his voice. It's probably nothing..

We get into the car and dad started driving to school.

Over the weekend, dad was acting strange..more strange than what he normally is.

Flashbacks

"Dad, where are you going..?" I asked dad as I yawn from the stairs rail. It was 22:34/10:34pm.

"Go back to your bedroom. Now. Before I go up there you little brat!" He yelled back at me as he was about to walk out the door.

I winced a bit but quickly went into my room. I heard the front door close and I went over to my window to see dad go into his car.

I see him drive off as I noticed something shiny in the backseat. I couldn't exactly make out what it was but it looked like a holder.

Weird.

Flashback end

It still kinda weirds me out about it. I mean, the kid literally went missing the same day dad went out. I mean he went out at night and the kid went missing in the day so it's not a coincidence.

Still, I still have a bad feeling about it.