"Come on out, Indie." Their whispers felt like nails on a chalkboard. My breathing was tight and uneven, coming out in short, panicked gasps. My back was pressed tightly against a bookcase. The labyrinth-like library was helpful in the fact they couldn't find me, but that also meant I couldn't find an exit route. They kept speaking taunting words, toying with me about my inevitable fate. That voice faded into fuzzy white noise.
Before I knew it, something slipped between the books behind me, and from the other side of the bookcase came their hand. It gripped around my neck. I panicked, rapidly scratching at them. I wanted to beg, plead for my life, something, anything! But no words left my tongue. It wasn't long before I felt weak. Only then did they release their hold. I had the chance to leave, a way out. But I simply fell to my knees, a gasping mess as I tried desperately to catch my breath. I could barely recognize their figure rounding the corner of the bookshelf and approaching me.
"Oh, Indiana," they cooed. "Don't be so negative," I felt them lean down and tilt my head up to meet their gaze. Their knife raised swiftly as they whispered, "After all... Isn't this a night to remember?"
YOU ARE READING
A Night To Remember
Mystery / ThrillerWith the sudden death of a classmate, Indiana Vivere is shaken. Reoccurring nightmares plague her. While her friends are picked off one by one, she desperately needs to decide who to trust.
