The bathroom door opens and I hear a gun click in place, and slow paced steps towards my room.
I'm being hunted.
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It's started a few months ago. I woke up to noises in the woods. To an amateur ear, it just sounds like an animal. But I know it's not, animals don't whisper; animals don't knock on windows, animals don't taunt you.
Living in the Appalachian mountains for decades, I know some creepy shit happens here, but this was beyond me. This wasn't a supernatural visitor, these things felt human. They whistle at me, they mock me when I scream, they become the dark shadows in my peripheral vision.
From what I know there's three of them. One tall and strong, the type of man you'd cross the street to avoid. The second's shorter and has a dad-bod, doesn't mean he's any less cruel. The last ones the worst. This short boys been terrorizing me the most. He's the build of an average teenage guy, but he's faster, stronger, and so much more bitter. I don't know what I did but this man wants to see me dead.
Tonight's been the worst. They've been rummaging outside my cabin for months, but this is the first time they have the balls to come inside my home.
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I wake up in the middle of the night, still sprawled across my bed in your work clothes; too tired from my shift to change. The clock reads 2:48am, I hear slow, heavy breathing behind me.
There's something, someone, inside my closet.
I lay perfectly still, my head ringing and my fists clenched. I wonder if I stay in the same position and don't move maybe they'll think I'm asleep and not bother me. But I know deep down that if I don't move now it'll be too late for me. I just need find a way out of my house and into my car.
The closet doors have loop handles and open into the room. Thinking quickly, I jump off the bed, grabbing the broom I left lying around after attempting to clean.
Shoving the broom through the handles caused a lot of ruckus, and I can hear the man bang on the doors and push on the DIY barricade. To my horror, I hear other sounds around the house. Someone in the bathroom, and someone downstairs. The bathroom door opens and I hear a gun click in place, and slow paced steps towards my room.
I am being hunted.
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Fearless || Ticci Toby x Reader ||
Fanfiction(Sorry if this is poorly written, English isn't my first language) "If the angels asked me to join them I'd refuse, I can't imagine a heaven where you aren't by my side." (Also posted on AO3)
