Story of Whisper, a CP OC.

How it all began. (cont.)

The light of the morning sun shined through my window and I rose from the rough night sleep I endured. I looked over at my clock and it was 8:00 AM. I yawned and walked to the stairs. I could hear movement downstairs, but I assumed it was my dad because this was around the time he'd leave for work. I made my way down and saw him in the kitchen patching the broken window.

"Dad? I thought you'd be leaving for work?" I questioned.

"I took today off. I don't want to leave you home alone after what happened lastnight." He responded.

I'm actually relieved he decided to stay home. There's no telling who'd come here next, along with Jeff or by themselves.

"Oh. Okay, thanks dad. I'm gonna make myself some pancakes. You want some?"

He shook his head and continued to fix up the destruction. Walking over to the cabinets, I opened them and saw we had no pancake mix. Great. Now I can't have my favorite breakfast.

"Hey, dad? When you're done, can you run to the store and get some mix? We're out."

He looked at me and gave me a look of 'Um, no?'

"Oh come on! You know I love pancakes. You just get the nasty cereal."

He sighed heavily and said, "Fine, but that's all I'm going to buy. I'm not gonna be gone long." He finished patching the window and grabbed his keys, walking to the door. "Now, my gun is under the couch. Use it if anything happens while I'm gone, okay?"

I nodded and held up a thumbs up. He walked out and a few seconds later I heard the car start and slowly drive off. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared, but I manned up and sat on the couch and began to watch Supernatural. I'm well-caught-up with the series, so I like to watch old episodes. I picked out one of the first episodes. The one with the Windigo. I was about ten minutes in when I heard creaks from up stairs. "Shit" I whispered before grabbing my dads gun and hiding in the pantry closet.

The sounds ceased but I was not about to leave this hiding spot. For a few minutes I didn't hear anything. Then, chills went up my spine. I could hear the patch on the broken window, ripping off the wall. I cracked the door and peeped out. I could see and man, dressed in all black, looking around. He slowly walked to the living room, where I stupidly left the TV on. I heard him chuckle and whisper, "Oh yeah. She's here.."

I held my breath, with the gun in a death grip. I was ready to shoot whoever this was. He looked over to the pantry door and I could see the smirk on his face through his dark blue mask. I didn't know who the fuck this man was, but he was going to die. He started walking over to the door when I heard a car door shut. He heard this too and dashed back to the exit he had came through. My dad unlocked the door and walked inside, pancake mix in his arms.

"Lilith! I'm home!" he turned and shut the door and locked it. I calmly came out of the closet and placed the gun under the couch. He turned to see me and smiled. "Happy? I got you some chocolate chips too."

"Oh, thanks dad." I gave a weak smile and took the contents from him.

"Did anything happen?" he questioned.

I shook my head and said, "no" I walked to the kitchen and quickly fixed the tear in the patch dad had put there. I put the mix and chips in the cabinet and started towards the stairs.

My dad stopped me, "I thought you were gonna make pancakes?"

"I lost my appetite."

With this, I went up stairs and got on my computer and opened google. I typed in "Dark eyeless mask" and it pulled up exactly what I saw. His name is Eyeless Jack.

I spend a number of hours on google, doing research. Before I knew it, it was already 7:00. By this time, it's decently dark outside and you can only see the silhouettes of trees and houses. I got off my computer and lied down checking my Facebook for anything new. Then I got a random text from an unknown number. The text read: "You aren't safe. We know where you are, what you're doing, and when you're alone. No matter where you go, we'll know."

This freaked me the fuck out. I screenshot the message and responded with, "who is this?"

I instantly got a response, but it was a text from a service saying the number didn't exist and my message would not send. I turned my phone off and tossed and turned before falling asleep.