From Romantic to Platonic

💖Scream Pt.1💖{Platonic TDRLAMP with Romantic Prinxiety and Intrulogical}

Midnight was rapidly approaching,Thomas was home alone. It wouldn't have been that bad if he didn't feel as though he was being watched.

As he went though the house, locking all the doors the phone rang.

"Hello?" He called into the phone. A distorted voice called back,

"Hello Thomas"

"Who is this" he asked, anxiety starting to take over. He moved for the curtains, making a part in them just enough to peek though.

"That's not important now Thomas... and peering though the curtains isn't going to help you"

"What do you want?" Thomas breathed out. He was frantically looking back and forth trying to find from where he was being watched. Then he heard a thump from up the stairs.

Static...

The line was dead. He tried to call 911 then his parents. Nothing. Then he heard the thump again, but this time it was out side. He moved to the front door. Looking out the peephole is saw a face. He jumped back in shock. Then let out a sigh of relief. He opened the door,

"Joan, you gotta stop scaring me like that-" he stoped short. Trailing his eyes up to the rope snaked around his close friends neck, then to that many still bleeding wounds on their torso arms and legs. The most damming thing was the note attached to their chest.

To kill you

He reached out to his friends limp body, slightly swaying in the cool November breeze. He pulled the note from the corpse.

"You want to kill me" he ask quietly.

"You know it!" The distorted voice call, all too cheery, and this time it wasn't over the phone. Thomas turned around and came face tho face with a shadow. There was some one in there, under all the black fabric.

"Who are you!" He insisted trying to stand his ground, though he was failing miserably. The shadow moved closer to him reaching to their belt. Thomas started to back up forgetting where Joan was hanging. The shadow moved closer without a word pulling a concealed object from their waste-band. Thomas continued to move backwards he tripped on a nail falling back into Joan's lifeless body, taking both his friend's body and himself down the porch stairs.

"S-t!" The shadow jumped from the top step landing over Thomas. He looked up at them shaking his head, he felt helpless. The shadow pick up their foot bring it down hard. A loud crack was heard along with a head spinning scream. Then they dropped to their knees straddling him, they shouted their concealed weapon. Thomas could now see that it was a knife.

"You really shouldn't answer the door at night" they said softly. The shadow lifted it into the air ready to bring it down. It a last ditch attempt he pulled Joan's arm in front of him just in time. The knife straight through Joan's arm the point just inches from his face.

"Thomas?!" A call from a cross the road caught both their attention. Then the shadow stood up and ran.

"Hey!" The person a cross to the road yelled starting to chase. When they made it over Thomas stuck out his hand to catch their ankle.

"Roman..." Thomas srained out. Roman dropped to Thomas' side looking him over before his eyes fell on the person under him, he stared for a moment before shaking his head. He looked back to Thomas, grabbing his hand and sitting him up, them turning his focus back to the body.

"Is that..."

"Joan." Thomas breathed. Every thing suddenly came crashing down, his best friend was dead, there was a blood thirsty killer after him, and his leg was broken. Once the tears started to fall they wouldn't stop. Roman pulled out his flip phone and dialed 911 and requested an ambulance and the police, all the wile holding Thomas as he cried.

🎃HAPPY HALLOWEEN🕸

This is part one of I have no idea how many. Hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 652