𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 - ​𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠

03| Crimson floors

You were in your room, on your bed and comfortably placed under the covers.
Your torso was sticking out of the duvet, which caused a little chill in your upper body, but the warmth of the blanket was enough to make you feel warm enough to continue holding the position.

The dim light coming from your bedside lamp allowed you to continue reading a book, which you were holding in your hands. The title wasn't exactly clear to you, and you didn't remember at all how it was the beginning of the story.

You just knew that the novel's protagonist seemed to be going a little out of his mind, and that he had killed a friend of his in a fit of rage, which had totally come out of nowhere.
Five minutes ago they had been talking quietly and now one of them was on the floor with his head open, and the insides of his stomach were slowly coming out of their original place, resting on the floor. The protagonist was terrified, as they did not seem to accept that it was they who killed him. 

You genuinely found the plot a bit mundane, in the sense, how does a killer who has literally enjoyed tearing apart someone suddenly feel guilty? You felt like you missed something in the previous chapters, but it didn't matter.
Nothing could justify a killer, no matter what happened to them. The thought that the book was trying to make you empathize with a murderer disgusted you to the core, so you decided to put the book on the nightstand, and maybe wait to forget about it.

You reached out for the lamp.
You were tired, and you couldn't see what time it was.

Tssssss Tsss

You stopped.
What was that noise?

The way you heard it felt like it was in your room, and a slight sense of panic formed in your system. What if it was a thief? It couldn't be, how could they have been able to get to your room if you're on the second floor?
They would have had to make some noises downstairs first, and your mother would surely have woken up in that case. 

And the noise didn't seem to be able to be emitted by a person.

A couple of minutes went by, in pure silence, and you started to think that maybe you just imagined the noise. You were also thinking about going back to sleep, totally ignoring the lingering feeling that something was watching, judging your every choice.

It was there that you heard the noise again.

TSSSSSSSSSSSS

This time persistent, stronger, almost like it was in your head.
You heard the noise pass throughout the skull, lightly touching the nerves in your head, and then out of it to be actually heard by your ears.

You slowly got into a sitting position.
Feet hanging from the bed, already starting to cool due to the absence of the fabric that previously covered them.
It crossed your mind several times to lie down and actually try to sleep, but you had the feeling that there was something important you had to do. That you had to see.

You put your feet on the floor, colder than you honestly expected.

TSSSSSSS TS

You followed the sound, which the closer you got to the source of it, the more it seemed to be almost a voice.
You walked over to your desk, actually noticing how the noise was clearly coming from there.

TS - "Hel... Hello?" TSSSSSS

Yes, it was definitely a voice.

For a moment you feared that the instant you turned on the desk light you would have seen someone sitting on it, looking at you.
With more courage than you should have put in that situation, you lit the little lamp, and let out a sigh of relief as you saw that there were only a couple of instruments and your radio on the table.