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Come Out, Come Out! (Part One?)

So here's the update that I sorta kinda promised myself that I would write today. I was too lazy to finish this, but maybe I'll make a part two in a few days to complete it? I have two essays for English due tomorrow and an art project due on Friday, as well as a test on Wednesday. Headaches everywhere because of stress and family issues. Not to mention that my arm has a purple bruise on it from being forced to play volleyball three days ago. Hah. Fun times. If I don't end up writing again this week, sorry! I'm very busy these days so I'll try to find time to write more often. I feel like these updates stopped making sense a long time ago. Whatevsss, right? Hope you all enjoy! Feel free to vote and comment and remember to be a Person. ~Person_Person_

Despite how beautiful the house appeared on the outside, it was quite unsettling on the inside without any lights on. I had no idea when he would come back. Hell, I didn't even have the slightest clue of when he had left in the first place. But he could arrive at any moment. And that thought was enough to send chills down my spine.

Clenching my jaw, I forced myself to walk down the dark hallway, brushing my fingers across the wall anxiously. Come on, stop being so scared, I told myself firmly. You're completely alone here and you have plenty of time to search the house before he comes back. I really hated having to be here alone. Of course, I had my cell phone, and if I really wished to, I could simply message Jayson to keep me company. I would rather not have to deal with his teasing, though. I could handle myself just fine without his help.

I swallowed hard as I approached a door. Judging by its location, I was assuming that it was the bedroom. Okay, okay. Don't go through anything too personal. Just get in, get out. If you see anything suspicious, take notes and pictures. See? Simple.

I turned the knob slowly, cringing at how loud the creaking was. Everything in this damned house made so much noise. No wonder I was being so paranoid.

The instant I stepped into the room, a rotten scent invaded my nose. What was that awful smell? Fighting against gags, I scanned around quickly, taking mental notes in my head. Pretty large room. And a pretty large bed for someone who lives by himself. My eyes widened in puzzlement as I noticed a bundle of clothes peeking out from underneath the bed. I held my breath, plugging my nose with my fingers. Whatever is under that bed smells horrible. What the hell is that?

I leaned down, pulling the covers up. It took me almost half a minute to process what I was staring at. A stiff female body was resting under the bed. Her eyes were dull and dead, gazing blankly off into the distance. There were bruises running up and down her legs, while her arms were tied tightly behind her back. I felt like I couldn't breath. That horrible smell was suffocating me. The woman wasn't moving. Is she dead? Is this even real? Please tell me that this isn't...

I shook away those thoughts in a panic. Calm down. Just hurry up so you can leave, I instructed myself. I pulled out my camera, taking a moment to snap a picture before throwing the covers back down in disgust. I wanted to vomit. It was so sickening. Gritting my teeth, I pulled out my phone, texting Jayson in a hurry. 

Jayson, there's a woman under the suspect's bed. She's tied up and she isn't breathing. She's dead. Why did you make me come here alone? There is a corpse under his BED. What should I do?!

Alex, stop panicking and get the hell out of there. Did you take any pictures? Get out of there and call the police. Let them take care of this. This is dangerous. I don't want you to end up getting yourself killed. GET OUT.

I froze suddenly as I heard a car being pulled up in the driveway. I sped over to the window, trembling in horror. Oh my fucking god, he's back. He's here. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I began breathing heavily, glancing around wildly. In a frantic rush, I scrambled into the closet, closing it behind me. Quivering in horror, I locked the closet door. Curling into a ball, I texted Jayson again. Oh my god, help me. He came back home. 

Alex, where are you? Please tell me you left.

I'm still in the house. I locked myself in a closet. 

Okay, calm down. Don't panic. I'm going to call the cops. Just stay there. And stay quiet. Please keep messaging me. I want to make sure you're safe.

I dug my face into my knees, holding back tears. Jayson thinks that I'm going to die. This murderer is going to end up finding me. And then I'll be the next dead body under his bed. 

I stiffened as I heard the front door open. I could hear creaking. He was going to catch me here. I bit my lip, searching my memory for me leaving any evidence of my presence. Did I do anything that would make him think that somebody was here? I couldn't think of anything exact that wou-

My thoughts were cut off by a close shout from outside the little closet, right where the bedroom door was. "Is there anyone here?" It was a rough male voice. It sounded like the growl of a bear or some sort of ferocious animal. 

I wondered why he thought that anybody besides him was here. Did I leave anything in the hallway? Did I accidentally make something fall? Then I realized with sudden shock that I had left the bedroom door wide open when I had first entered. Oh my god. I am so stupid! My heart began to pound painfully in my chest. I was going to die. There was no doubt about it. I was going to die. He knew I was lingering around here. I was going to die.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" the voice called. I heard footsteps creaking right past the closet door. He laughed sharply. "Did you see my little princess? Come out, come out. Let's talk for a bit!" He seemed to be singing each word cheerfully, as if he were a child. 

He knows that I'm here, I told Jayson.

Are you serious?! I called the cops already. They should be there in a couple minutes. Don't panic. Just keep messaging me.

Jayson I'm so scared. He's looking for me. My sweaty hands shook hard as I typed. 

He's not going to find you. I'll kill him before that happens.

"Where are you hiding, my guest?" the man exclaimed. "No need to be shy. Let's play a bit." He sounded strangely playful and teasing. "Are you hiding under here?" I imagined him searching under the bed, staring into the soulless eyes of that poor woman. 

I don't want to die. Oh god, I'm not ready to die.