It was midnight, and I was still wide awake, staring at the blank ceiling above me. I was stuck , stuck in a mess, stuck in a situation that I certainly couldn't fix on my own.
The lights in the hall entered through the crack of the door, causing shadows to roam around the room. The lights had suddenly flickered off, living the room pitch black, and impossible to see anything.
My eyes were still wide open, barely able to describe anything. I quickly sat up in my bed, looking over at Andy, whose eyes flew open.
Even in the dark I could see her turning her head to look at me. In some way, it sort of creepy, like those dolls in horror movies that can turn their heads all the way around.
She stared at me with wide eyes, not even blinking once. "Franny? Is that you?" Even though I heard her talking, it didn't seem her lips were forming any words.
"Yes Andy?" I hesitantly stood up, and walked from my side of the room over to hers. "The lights turned off Andy. Is that suppose to happen?" My voice was shaking now.
I've always been scared of the dark, and I don't think there's really any chance of getting rid of that fear.
"I know, let's go check it out." She crawled out of bed, but I noticed her eyes were still wide open, as if she knew this was going to happen, or it happened before.
"Andy, what's wrong? What are you staring at?" She was staring at nothing, nothing at all. I shook her shoulder trying to get her to snap out of whatever trance she was in.
"Stephan. He went here. He was my cousin. Told me someone got killed. In the dark. Here." Short words and sentences were the only thing she was managing to say at the time.
"What?" I was terrified. If someone got killed here, at our college, with the lights off, then it's obvious that the past is about to repeat itself again. "Who got killed? Who killed this person?"
"His girlfriend. Killed by ex boyfriend. Lights turned off in the middle of the night, like now. Then, there was a scream-"
And as if right on cue, a scream came from down the hall.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared as hell.
Beside me, I hear Andy sob. "We're going to die. I don't want to die." Her shoulders shakes as she cried out the words.
"No. We are not going to die Andy. We just need to find Sean and Andrew, ok?" I was trying to reassure that everything was going to be okay, but as I was about to say those words footsteps began approaching our door.
I held my breath, trying not to make a sound, so not even the sound of my breathing could be heard by the killer outside that door.
I knew Andy heard it too, because she starts whimpering, taking steps back into the corner of the room. Sliding down to the floor, she covered her eyes, refusing to see the person that would walk through that door.
From across the room, I saw something that caught my eye.
A bat.
Before we came here, my dad forced me to bring the bat with me just in case I wanted to try out for softball. Right now, it was just a weapon to me.
I slowly walk across the room to grab it, Andy's eyes following my every move, trying to figure out what I'm doing.
I pick it up, it instantly began sliding from my sweating hands. Wiping my hands on my sweats, I grip the bat tightly, slowing tip toeing to the cracked open door that was slowly being push open by the person behind it.
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