Alison's POV
[... Alison's Living Room...]
I woke up to the sounds of something hitting the living room window. I got up and felt the fabric of the pillow that I was sleeping on, run through my fingers.
I searched for a light, until I found it and flicked it on. I looked around the room and then heard the sound again. It was kind of like a popping noise. I walked over to the windows and opened the curtains. What I saw scared me as I backed away, quickly out of fear. It was a person in a brown, raggedly costume, and a baby doll face mask. I heard the noise again, and realized that the noise
was the person throwing rocks at the window.I closed the curtains immediately and ran up stairs, but tripped on the first one, forgetting about my foot. I sat there and called Emily.
The phone buzzed until I finally heard a groggy voice answer.
"Ali?"
"Em, some weird guy is throwing rocks at my window!" I whispered.
"What are you talking about? How does he looks? Do you know who he is?"
"No, he's like wearing a costume or something!"
"Okay, ok, I'll be there, just stay where you are. And please don't open the door, Ali."
"Ok. I won't."
[...]
A few seconds later, I heard the door slam open. Knowing that Emily couldn't have possibly gotten here that fast, I slowly made my way to the kitchen. Hearing footsteps going around the living room, I hid behind the counter, terrified. I stared at the figure, as it looked around and quietly walked. I turn my head down, not wanting it to notice me.
I noticed a waft of an aroma of perfume or cologne came over me. Obviously, it meant he or she was getting closer. Fast. I don't have a plan. I don't know what to do when it comes close to me.
I immediately ran, not thinking it through and I instantly fell. The figure came to me and hit me with a pole or something. Naturally, I tried to get up, but it stepped on my back. It crouched over me and started to strangle me, it picked me up still choking me. It pushed me over the piano, hurting my back. It pulled a pocket knife and slowly began to inch it toward my throat.
Emily's POV
I pulled up in Alison's street and began to unbuckle my seat belt.
Before I opened the door, I looked around to see if anyone was really outside. Nobody seemed to be there.---
I went in and surprisingly the door was open. Why was it open? Did Ali open it? Did the guy break in?
I went in, so concerned. I saw a the guy Ali was talking about. Ali was on the floor and it was hovering over her with a knife. I ran to it and tried to push him, but it got to me and it's strength was stronger than mine. It pushed my back on a shelf, and I searched for a weapon with my free hand. I grabbed a book and slammed it on its head. It quickly recovered, and pushed me against a dresser with much more force than the last time. I looked up and saw it run away.
I thought of Ali and saw her coughing on thw floor. I crawled over to her and put my arms around her, as tighlty as I could, feeling guilty of what had just happened. Ali's throat choked out more coughs and wheezes as I continued to hug her and mumble, 'It's okay' in her hair. Whoever just did this to her, will pay.
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Short sucky chapter :/
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