Assassins Target // Dip Fanfiction

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Chapter Nine: "Twisted"
Philip's POV
October 15th, 2006
2:04 A.M.

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I glanced at the alarm, seeing the time I've been beginning to see since 4 days ago. 2:04 A.M. A time I am beginning to dread. It's been 3 days since I've slept. Damien has been asking why I look tired, but I can't tell anyone the real reason. I'd be called insane!

I've had to stay awake, I keep seeing.. things. I'm sure it is just the dark which is making me see things, but it seems so.. real. I see shadows, some look like hands wrapping around my bed, reaching for me, others look like things in my closet.

It doesn't help my closet is near my bed. Whatever. It's okay!

God, I really hate this.

The only thing making it bearable is having Damien to hang out with. He sent Stan to the hospital because his group was making fun of me again! It feels nice to have someone to talk to.

I think Stan has a broken nose. It really feels nice to have someone defend me. Plus!-

I looked over by my door, which was closed, but I saw it slowly open.

..

It's not real.

No.

I saw a figure, it had to bend over to fit itself underneath my ceiling. It had very saggy skin. It's eyes weren't there, skin was filled inside of the sockets. Its neck was sickening.

Its legs were looped into knots but it still stood tall, and it breathed heavily.

It's not real..

How did it open the door if it isn't real?!

I was frozen in fear. I felt myself start to cry.

I blinked, and it got a bit closer. I was paid some money by the owner of the daycare I volunteer at because she was worried for me since I haven't been at the daycare to volunteer like I would everyday. When I did, she had said she noticed I was super anxious and glancing in a lot of places, specifically the corner.

The corner, I saw the same figure in that corner. It pointed my direction.

Well, I had bought a phone to keep myself entertained and I got Damien's number. I grabbed my phone and called Damien, hoping my voice when I spoke to him, if he answered, would make the thing leave.

I heard the ringing and put it on speaker, hoping the things sensitive to loud noises. It wasn't. It got closer. Not close enough to grab me, but it was inching there, slowly.

I heard Damien say: "It's 2 A.M., what do you want?" I felt like I couldn't speak, like I couldn't breathe, like I couldn't do anything.

"Damien! Good day! Uh, I just needed to speak to you!" My voice was trembling, and I had to pause to take breaths.

"Philip? What's wrong?" I was honestly on the verge of tears, but I needed some way to get this thing out. I stared at it, not responding to Damien. It didn't move when I stared at it, but it just made me notice its disgusting features. Around the twists and knots of its flesh, it bled black blood. Its head was tore open, revealing it's skull. Except, the skull was made of.. something weird. Not bone, but.. Well, bone, but it had holes in it.

"I'm really scared Damien." I spat out quickly, and it got closer once I spoke. I had to keep my words fast. It felt like it got more distorted the more I stared. Bones started to poke out of its flesh, and its once just flesh face had slowly began getting a bloody smile.

"Tell me what's wrong," he spoke, and I had to continue to stare at it. It wouldn't leave. I couldn't do anything about it. I started to cry, but made sure it was silent so Damien wouldn't hear.

"Damien, you're the only person who I'm able to contact. I need you here, really badly." I spoke quickly once again, and I could tell he was confused.

"Physically?"

"Yes, please, I'll text you my address and please don't hang up on me." I didn't give him a chance to reply before writing out the apartment building I live in and which number it is.