Noah's pov:
It was a warm night, Dylan and I had been sprawled out on the coach for the best part of 3 hours watching films. His head was resting lightly in my lap as I slowly ran my fingers through his hair and I was made aware he was asleep when the landline began to ring and he shot up looking around frantically until he realised where he was and giggling faintly.
"That scared me." He said and I chuckled before reaching to my right to pick up the phone.
"Hello?" I asked but what followed by silence.
"Anyone there?" I said impatiently but to my distain was followed again my slight breathing so I simply hung up.
"Who was that?" Dylan asked.
"Some kind of prank." I mumbled and he made a small 'o' shade with this lips before resting his head of my lap once again.
The movie had finished about ten minutes ago but we didn't want to go to bed yet so we continued to sit here in a comfortable silence as I stroked his hair.
The phone rang again. I groaned and picked it up.
"What." I said but got no reply other than shallow breathing on the other end. "Stop calling this number and get a life." I demanded. I had, had a long day of working and wasn't in the mood to deal with aggravating teenagers so instead I went back to sitting on the sofa with close eyes, drifting off the sleep until the phone rang again. This time I just let it ring without answering.
I slightly shook Dylan to wake him and whispered, "come on, let's go upstairs."
"Carry me." He mumbled in his sleepy state and I chuckled.
"I'm not carrying you, you know how weak I am." I said and this time he chuckled sitting up.
"True." He said as we both stood up, venturing to our room hand in hand.
When we got to the bed room I shut the curtains and quietly got into bed next to Dylan, snaking my arm around his waist and placing a small kiss on his forehead.
"Goodnight, love you." I whispered before closing my eyes and falling asleep.
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I don't know how long i'd been sleeping but it was still dark outside so I assumed not that long until I was awoken by faint noises coming from downstairs. I looked over to Dylan who was still sleeping so I knew it wasn't him.
I sat still for a few seconds listening out for anything else and I heard light shuffling and then a thud. I jumped and tapped Dylan's arm.
"What?" He groaned.
"Shh.. Do you hear that?" I whispered, referring to the footsteps which sounded to be going toward the backdoor.
He looked up at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "What is that?" He whispered and I shrugged stiffly.
I was torn between going downstairs and calling the police but didn't have to make a decision as Dylan had already gotten up and was walking towards the door.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I whisper yelled.
"Going to see who the fuck that is." He said like it was obvious and exited the room. I jumped up and followed him slowly.
We crept down the stairs wearily until we reached the bottom, quickly scanning the room and realising that no one was there until Dylan reached behind himself to tap my arm before pointing to the middle of the room, behind the sofa was a large knife which had been stabbed into the wooden floor.
"What the fuck?" I murmured before he had walked towards it to pick it up and put it back in the knife holder which sat in the kitchen.
"Who and why would someone do that?" He asked me after scanning the rest of the room to check if anything else was out of place, there wasn't anything.
"I really don't know but it could have been whoever called me?" I questioned becoming increasingly freaked out, this seemed like a cliche horror film which made me think that this was probably some kind of elaborate prank to creep us out.
"Maybe, should we call the police or just leave it?" He asked.
"It was probably just some teenagers joking around but if anything else happens, we'll call the police yeah?"
"Yeah." He sighed and we resigned back to bed, though we didn't get much sleep.
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Bare in the Abyss
HorrorThrilling horror story where one half of a couple is trapped in a curse and destined for death...