A Night To Taste

Chapter 33: Katerine

A shuffling of feet wakes me up.

Is- is there someone in my house?

I slept after I ate noodles and was still sleeping peacefully until I heard a noise. I was so tired of overthinking I didn't even bother sleeping straight. My legs are towards the goddamn mirror and face towards the window.

In a hurry, I pick up my phone and check the time. Its eleven thirty one. Are- are they here? Did they finally come for me?

A chill runs down my spine at the thought.

Oh fuck. I never ever thought I would die this way. I am okay with dying in sleep but this..

Don't think about guns and knives.

I turn on the flash of my phone and sit on the bed. I try looking at the door in hope to find someone waiting for me as I expected.

"W-who are you? Why a-are you hi-hiding? I dare you to come out." I grit through my teeth. If someone is here then they better come out and kill me on the spot. They should stop scaring me. And oh god, I am not even afraid to confess that I am very scared to even leave the bed.

A crash comes from the kitchen and I slam a hand on my mouth to muffle the scream.

Thinking about getting killed is scary. But witnessing it happen is much more haunting. 

I try to scramble off from the bed but my legs won't move. Its like I am stuck inside my own body. I put some more efforts to gather courage and find the person inside my house but still fail.

Damn you, my useless body.

A sudden darkness covers my vision and I shake terribly from fear. 

What the heck is this? This isn't the darkness you find in the night or anything else. Its darker than the darkest thing in the world. Darkest you'll find. And I think I witnessed it once in my life before. But where?

But the weird fact is that it isn't due to any fear or being blindfolded. Its because of someone's presence. Presence of someone whose soul is evil and darker than the black hole. 

But who is it? Is it the same thing as that Halloween? Maybe.

A sound of the footsteps nearly send me into a coma due to fear. I drop the phone because my hands aren't able to hold the phone anymore. Black dots appear in my vision and now I think its due to absolute terror.

I drift my eyes here and there trying to find something to protect myself. But I find nothing. Partly because there is nothing I can protect myself with. Partly because of the black dots.

I look back outside the window and realize its open. I left it open before I slept! What a terrible person I am who didn't even bother shutting the window in case anyone enters.

When I turn back I see someone standing near the door. A wave of terror spreads all over my body leaving me a mess. Goosebumps occur all over my body and I rub my hand on them to settle down the spikes on my body. But they won't.

My pace turns harsher when the person takes a step close. I yelp when I realize instead of rubbing I have been scratching myself. Blood coats my skin where my hand is but I don't stop. I want my body to stop scratching myself. It stings. But the sting is nothing compared to the amount of fear I am witnessing right now.

For some time, the time stops for me when I realize who the person is.

Zayn.

He is here. He is here wearing his cloak and hiding his face beneath the hood. He is finally here for me but I don't feel the relief I should have felt upon seeing him. Maybe because of the small yet devastating detail.

He is holding a large sharp knife in his hand.

I gulp at the sight of the large knife and nearly faint when I go through the possible scenarios in my head which could happen.

No I don't want to get killed. And I never expected him to be the one to kill me.

I feel like someone just slapped me and you know, fresh betrayal hurts like a bitch. I never expected the person I believe was the one who wanted me, to be the grim reaper himself. Was he the one at the other side of the call? Or he planned this to get his partners in crime get a share of me- of my flesh. I bet they all are into cannibalism.

I close my eyes because I am unable to think of anything right now.

Was all of this just an act to make me fall in the trap and then kill me eventually? Was I just a pawn and this was the game of chess? Was I-

A sound comes from behind me and I turn back to face the window to figure out the source of the sound but instead find no one. When I turn back...

The knife is flying straight towards me.

I scream.