Songs I find on youtube that I create a short story about

Run Rabbit Run - Maybe tell someone..?

❓Intended creepiness, maybe some uneasinessness❓

❗Talk about killers, talk about getting haunted, description of getting stabbed/hurt❗

🗯✉Prompt: You were left alone working on a school project to them find out you are being stalked and basically hunted.

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Maybe tell someone..?
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run rabbit run by Flanagan and Allen - by 1-800-DEAD on youtube [Slowed]

It was light outside, it seemed like it was almost noon if you didn't look at any clocks; the smell of the green plants had drifted through the air as the sun rays danced across your skin. The place you lived was populated with little to no crime, it didn't stop people from inviting them into your home when someone was away. You lived with your mother, you loved to go out since she did trust you and she felt like you would know what to do in some situations.

As the faint closing of the front door sounded around your house you had come down to get some snacks and drinks since you still have some school projects to work on. You had started to grab some water and chips after looking at the clock, 5:06, your mother always leaves at 5 at night, you never knew why though probably to have more fun and ride around town.

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You had already started working on the work needed, this project you had started was on obsessions. You never realized how weird or creepy some obsessions can be, like demons and researching them for your entire life, being obsessed with yourself, people, and killing...

You never thought how addicting killing could be to some people, never thought how people would chase that addicting high they get when they go through with it either.

No one ever does, and that's why it comes as a surprise when murders show up to some people, never needing to worry about it.

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A cold shiver that stabbed up your spine was felt, that small feeling that somehow told you someone was staring at you? It burned into your back, never leaving it. You never looked up or around you, you never heard something or someone come in, just kept waiting for your mother to come home and kept doing your project.

You spaced out, still doing your work but preoccupied your mind with something else, mindlessly humming a song you've heard. A soft ticking of a clock matched with your hums but didn't interrupt it but instead was just there, you never liked the ticking of it, you could alway look at your phone but nevertheless your mother made you keep it.

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Finally turning in the project you raised your arms as you yawned, almost inaudible since the cracking from your bones sounded around your room seemingly bouncing off of the walls. A clicking of a door opening and closing alerted you and made you look at the time, 1:10 am 'was it really that long?' the soft clicking of shoes sounded, climbing the stairs and slowly coming to a halt at your door. You only heard a gasp and felt hands grabbing your shoulders freezing up and slowly turning your head to face whoever was holding you... it was your mother. Breathing out a sigh you asked what was wrong, never got anything in return just quick questions pertaining to if you were okay and if anything happened. Answering truthly you said no and that you've been working on a project.

Other words were exchanged and your mother left to call someone, finally getting a look at the used to be clean door that was now covered in bloody words.

I see you..

Do you see me...?

Creeped out, you looked around, silently looking if anything else was tampered with. Finding nothing out of the ordinary you came downstairs to your mother just getting off the phone, she asked 'are you okay? Did you hear anyone come in?' of which I replied honestly '..I don't think so I heard nothing. I have just been working on the project since you left. Who did you call?' She answered my question with 'the cops' finding it right since it definitely pointed to something along the lines of stalking or that harm could've happened to me and I wouldn't know until too late it was justified.

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The wailing of police sirens startled me out of the trance I was in, I was told to stay in the living room with my mother just in case the banging on the door snapped through the quiet and tense atmosphere of the living room. My mother's head snapped up seconds after if the sirens weren't still going off I'd assume she thought the worse. She walked over to the door and looked through the peephole before opening the door; what followed that was the cops coming in everyone walking up the stairs and collecting evidence and getting my story, I couldn't give anything to them I didn't even know someone was in the house how could I make up something that I don't know. After gaining almost nothing the cops left and we were left in the house.

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The nights following it my mother kept checking on me if she left. She called and she never went out, scared she'll come back and find me lifeless because of who ever they were.

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My mother finally felt safe enough to go out now its been a few weeks and nothing happened, I still get that feeling of prickling eyes on me. I don't try to hide my uneasiness.

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I now sleep with a knife by myself, the frequent prickling sensation hasn't stopped. It's getting worse, I feel it almost 24/7 and the dread that fills my body worsens with each passing day with nothing that happens. I'm afraid I won't be able to escape if something does occur.

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Muffled obscured breathing was what woke me that night. I looked through my eyelashes that didn't help with seeing my room was only lit up by the passing of cars and the street lights. I saw a person wearing a huge mask that gave no way of seeing the face. They just stood there never moving while the dread of what's to come flushed into my stomach. I knew one move could alert him and he'd plunge whatever he has into my body if he has something. I knew I needed to be fast since he probably wouldn't leave, so when I thought it to be a good time I leapt up and out of the bed trying to get the knife but finding it wasn't there. I snapped my eyes to his hands, a knife, my knife, and a camera. I didn't know if they had something else but it was clear they could overpower me.

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The crashing of feet and bodies being slammed into walls rang through the house, getting hopes up each time I ran to a window or door to get out i'b be yanked towards him. It was a fun game to them, I was a rabbit and they were the hunter.

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I was bleeding profusely, they got me some of the times they yanked me and slammed me into a wall if it wasn't a wound from the knife it was a scrape of cut from getting hit. I tripped and couldn't get up in time as I felt the knife plunge into my heel and swiping it out it severed my achilles tendon in the process of it, it was agonizing pain flaring up even if I was in shock it overpowered it and came full force. I tried crawling away. I couldn't move fast, desperation clawed at me wanting me to escape and to not get killed by this lunatic. I heard the cshh of a picture being taken. My mind was filled with haze as my instinct to run filled my mind again. My labored breathing and my hoarse voice that was stuck in my throat couldn't push out a scream. I felt the knife plunge into me as I weakly tried to get away and kick at them but it was far too late. I succumbed to the pain and passed out as the camera taking pictures filled my mind.

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The crying and wailing of the sirens and my mother broke through the neighborhood crowds around the house and police tape surrounded the house. Pictures being taken of what happened was going on while others were questioning the neighbors if they saw or heard anything. Someone came out with the evidence that they had seen someone watching the house but never got close enough to them to see how they were dressed, and that could be said only that they had a camera and were always there most days.