Ain't no damn wolf

Chapter 19

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Scanning the room one more time, i turned back and was about to open back the door when I saw a yellow square on my brown door.

Was it always there? Because it's either that I didn't see it when I walked in, or it just magically appeared. I walked over and peeled it off the door and walked down the stairs. On the piece of paper was some weird squiggly writing, but it looked familiar. Just as I was about to open the door, I froze.

It's written in Enochian.

'We're coming for you. -H'

Who left that note? And what did 'H' mean they're coming for me?

My stomach tightened and suddenly, everything didn't seem so peaceful.
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'We're coming for you'

Who is 'we'?

What do they want from me?

Why was it in Enochian?

I sighed and gave up in the battle against my thoughts. The blinking LED light of the alarm clock was the only thing that wasn't shrouded in dark.

3:11am.

Ever since my little house visit, it was like my entire brain system shut down and refused to work. Currently, I feel like a normal student about to take a test that was studied for the last minute. My mind in a state of blank paper.

Finally tired of it, I slowly slipped myself out of bed, without having so much of a trouble this time. I had managed to replace my position with a pillow. Jake had planted his face into the white sheets and the only way I knew he was still asleep was by the soft content snoring that escapes his lips every so often.

I padded my way towards the door and closed it behind me. The house really was big, and even eerie at night.

The night air never really bothered me so much, so with just a tank top on and a pair of sport shorts, I made my way to the front porch. The cold cement against my skin was the least of my concerns.

My hands unconsciously sneaked to my pockets and rummaged around until I felt the rough crumpled texture of paper and pulled it out. Toying with the crushed ball of paper, I tried to further deduce any information on the note. Perks of being in the Sherlock fandom as well. We learn to pick up deduction skills and deciphering of codes. Expect it doesn't always go as planned. Like that one time I made a deduction about my middle school homework teacher, I had thought that he was gay because his pupils kept dilating around a certain male student. Turns out he was just thinking too hard, about the student, and that caused his pupils to dilate. The kid was a trouble maker and a rebel. Oh the humiliation when he found out about my crap-of- deduction. But that's another story that shall never be told.

"Ok what do we know?" I mumbled out loud, my voice echoed in the silence. The only response I got was the soft singing of the trees. Oh well, I didn't expect a response or answer anyway. Besides, it'd be creepy if someone just answered back.

The paper was still yellow and bright in color when I found it, it was still sticky. So it wasn't months old, I'd give a guess and estimate... a few hours? There wasn't much dust collected on my broken window and some of the surface areas were smudged, which is weird. I was away for a few weeks, it'd be only normal to have dust. So whoever 'H' is, he probably rubbed off some of it while breaking my window. Bastard, when I find him he had better pay for the repairs. My bedroom, where I found the note. Everything looked exactly as I left it. But the door had a small dent in the wood, 'H' must have used force when opening it. Which is stupid on his part. I didn't even lock the damn room, all he had to do was turn the door handles and voliá! But no, because every house breaker can't take the time to observe their surroundings. And the carpet on my floor, some parts were pressed flat down. The footsteps were rather large and the pressure applied on it was heavy, so a male it is.