My hands quiver with a mix of anxiety as I exerted the force needed to swing the door open. The instant I stepped over the threshold into the house, an unsettling heaviness gripped my chest, constricting it like a vise.
My heart race as I survey my surroundings, cautiously taking in the strange emptiness that enveloped the entire house. It was as if the very air was holding its breath, as if the house itself sensed the gravity of the moment.
In my heightened state of unease, I began to explore the hushed expanse of my house at a snail's pace, the silence pressing down on me like a shroud.
Not a creak, not a murmur, not even the faintest rustle of life disrupted the quiet.
Nabitawan ko ang dala kong plastic bag na may lamang pagkain para sana kay Kathreen.
Hindi ko alam pero nanginginig parin ang katawan ko. Ang daming pumapasok sa utak ko to the point na wala na akong maintindihan.
As I walked through the living room, a sinking feeling of longing washed over me when my gaze fell upon the chain I had used to locked Kathreen was already open.
My heart pounded as I realized that she had managed to slip away.
Kathreen's gone.
She left me.
As I retraced my steps back to the door, a wave of disbelief engulfed me when I laid eyes on the very tools she had cunningly employed to free herself from both the ankle cuff and the securely locked main door.
In her quest for freedom, she wielded knife to deftly manipulate the door handle and a slender wire to skillfully undo her ankle restraint.
I couldn't help but shake my head.
A wry smile tugging at my lips.
Her resourcefulness left me both impressed and exasperated in equal measure.
She was indeed a clever and calculating individual.
It became increasingly evident that she had meticulously plotted this escape over an extended period.
With an uncanny ability to charm me and foster my trust, Kathreen had led me to genuinely believe in her affections for me!
And, when the opportune moment finally presented itself, she seized it without hesitation.
Tama nga naman?! Who would have love someone like me? I am a murderer.
No one would ever dare love me. That's just so absurd.
As I step out of the house, a surge of anxious thoughts flooded my mind.
Had she departed some time ago?
Could there still be a possibility of catching up with her?
My unhurried walk quickly transformed into a frantic sprint. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on my chest.
My mind raced as I grappled with the overwhelming uncertainty of where to even begin searching for her.
The urge to call out her name, a desperate attempt to locate her, welled up within me. Yet, a worrying doubt consumed my thoughts. What if she had just recently left my house, still within earshot?
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