Locked In (Heart)

five

KYLE'S POV

"h-hello?" i call out to the silhouette, hoping that might get it to move.

only for it to not as if its feet was cemented to the ground.

"fuck me," i whisper to myself getting scared, my heart started to race and my knees began to feel oddly weak at this encounter.

god only knows what the hell that could be. maybe it's a senior fucking with me, maybe it's a homeless man wanting to kill me, maybe it's an intergalactic being wanting to probe me.

my mind starting running through these scenarios and i decided to voice out, "who goes there?"

it stands still for a second and then begins to take a few steps forward almost menacingly.

i panic and look back for a split second to see if anyone is around to help me and then back forward for the shadow-y figure to be...gone.

"what?!" i whisper freaking out and looking around again to find nothing, "you've got to be kidding this is soooo fucked!"

i walk towards where the figure was and absolutely no sign of it.

i should be feeling a sense of relief now that it's nowhere to be seen, but that alone makes me feel uneasy knowing it can come out of nowhere and attack me!

i shake my head and decide to hurry on home, i wasn't that far from my house now.

as i turned towards my street and could see my house in the distance, i picked up the pace and ran home wanting nothing more than to be on the other side of the door surrounded by my family.

i finally entered the driveway walked up to my doorstep and then panicked realizing my keys were in my backpack.

i was honestly too much in a hurry to try to get them, so i knocked and rang the doorbell like a madman.

after a few seconds of doing that my mom answered with an annoyed look at her face, "you're so lucky i looked through the window and saw you instead of immediately calling the cops. kyle broflovski, don't you know how rude it is to constantly knock and ring the doorbell?!"

i hurry inside and close the door behind me, "yeah, yeah it's just..." and i then stop myself and think about what i'm going to say.

is it wise of me to tell my mother that something was following me home for her to turn this entire town upside down of her finding out who it was messing with me or should i just....not.

after pondering it for a few seconds, i decided to not.

"you just what?" she says still angry.

"i was just wanting to try it," i lie.

"well don't ever do that again young man, do you understand?"

i nodded and walked upstairs to try to relax after that.

i don't even bother to take a shower which is usually the first thing i do when i get home from practice, i've just been laying on my bed and staring at my ceiling — replaying the encounter over and over.

i decide that keeping this to myself is the best but, the more i thought about it, the more i had to say it to someone. and that someone had to be someone i trusted with my entire being...and i knew it had to be stan.

stan's always been my someone for as long as i know.

i pick up my phone and call him.

it rings...and rings....for it to go to voicemail.