Maybe those newspapers said something about me? I had to get them, but how? I squinted my eyes to get a better look when i only made out the words
PENNSYLVANIA BREAKING NEWS,
LAST NIGHT-
I only got so far when i table lamp light started flickering and then it went off. Dammit I didn't get the date. It was pitch black and I couldn't see my feet.
I curled up in a little ball and gulped. I heard lock clicks and the scrap of the large metal door opening. The loud steps of its boots echoed through the empty room. It walked over to the desk and tried turning on the lamp but it wouldn't. It picked up the lamp and threw it at the wall next to me, glass shattering everywhere.
The duck tape muffled my scream. He picked up something metal as it scraped against the metal desk and walked over to me. He flicked on a light switch which dimly lit the room. He was standing right over me holding a knife. My eyes pleaded for mercy. He cut off the duck-tape and i said "who-who are you?" All he said was "your nightmare" in a deep voice, its a guy.
The voice made me flashback to my room
I saw myself there sleeping. I was wearing the same clothes I am now except they were much bigger and I younger, my hair shorter. The window creaked open and young me eyes were wide open with fear. The same guy came through the window and young me turned around tried to scream and run but his strong hands clasped over my mouth and around my waist.
He put a white damp towel on young me mouth and she flopped in his arms like a wet noodle. He jumped out the window with me and was gone. I tried to move but the memory died and there he was again standing there.
