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Chapter fourteen

!TW!~Mentioning of drinking, brief mentioning of attempted r*pe, brief mentioning of...twisting fingers disturbingly?, implications of sacrifice, homophobia, F slur, child-abuse, gore, brief mentioning of passing out, brief mentioning of gaslighting

"It's not just me..."

Alex and Marina just stared at each other, equally relieved to know there was someone who would believe them and terrified that they knew for sure now that what they were seeing really was there.

Finally, Marina broke eye-contact and moved her desk against the closet.

"We're not gonna worry about this tonight." Said Marina. "You came here to be safe, not to be in more danger."

"Not talking about it doesn't stop anything from being there." Pointed out Alex.

"I know!" Marina sighed. "I know...we'll talk about all this shit tomorrow. For tonight, I'm glad you're here 'cause it makes me feel safer that we're together; whoever the fuck is in our closets is more likely to attack one of us if we're alone."

Alex nodded. He wasn't sure if this was true or not, but it made him feel better thinking it was.

What made him feel worse was that in the middle of the night, he heard the closet open again. Originally, he was gonna try to ignore it, scared to do anything, but Marina was here as well and he wanted to make sure nothing happened to her.

Alex sat up and looked at the slightly opened closet. He thought he saw eyes. Watching them. Getting closer...

Marina sat up and looked at the closet. Alex blinked and the eye-looking lights were gone. He and Marina looked at each other again.

"Was something there?" Asked Marina, nervously.

"I think so, but I'm not sure."

"I'll move the desk back." Said Marina.

"No, please don't, that's not gonna stop anything! Don't go near the closet."

Marina nodded a bit and laid back down. She and Alex moved closer to each other subconsciously for protection.

The next morning, the bed was empty when Alex woke up. He instantly panicked and sat up, looking around.

He went over to the closet and opened it to look around, still panicking.

"You okay?"

Alex looked back and Marina had just exited her restroom, her wet hair implying she'd been taking a shower.

Alex sighed, relieved. "Yeah, sorry."

"You're good." Said Marina, offering a smile.

"So...you've them too. The person in the closet."

Marina nodded.

"When did you first see them?"

"A few days ago..." Mumbled Marina. "I was coming back from work. It wasn't here, it was my old place. My closet was open when I got home, so I thought dick-face might've been going through my stuff. When I went to close it, I saw them for a second, and then they were gone."

"Have you seen them since then?"

"Yes. That's honestly the biggest reason I moved. I've been wanting to switch houses for a long time because of dick-face, but I knew I couldn't really afford it. I rushed it because I thought whoever the fuck was in my closet would be gone once I left, but they're still here, they still open my closet every night and just stare."

Alex nodded. "Amy's seen them too. Also in her closet. I think, and I know this sounds ridiculous, but I think they travel...through the closets."

Marina sighed. "It honestly makes sense. It sounds crazy, someone travelling through our fucking closets, but what other explanation is there?"