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~chapter four~

                                                                                ( the next day )

she woke up with a yawn to the muffled sound of her alarm. her arm reached out to it and missed a few times before finally hitting it. the silence was comforting until she started to recall the events that happened a few hours ago. she couldn't believe she wasn't too scared to sleep but she felt like she rested like she hadn't before. as her eyes adjusted, she scrambled back against the wall to see everything covered writing. it said I'm watching and  I'm coming. her mouth was curled over as tears began to fall down her sleep marked cheek. it was written in the same red that was on the envelope and letter from last night. every time that occurred, she got more curious as to where it came from; was it blood? paint? ketchup? she chuckled at how unlikely ketchup as but it was a funny thought.

she walked down the stairs gripping onto the bannister. she strolled into the kitchen to find a note from her parents:

' hey sweetie, were just going out for a few hours and will see you in a bit. love you xx '

she opened the fridge door and looked for something to eat, not necessarily breakfast food, just anything that took her fancy. her hand reached in and grabbed an apple. not as exciting as she expected but it was good enough. the door slammed as she returned to the living room where she fell into the sofa.

a few hours later and she was in the exact same position as before. she had been there the whole day forgetting about her parent's return. she felt the vibration of her phone on her leg and picked it up.

' finally, a text from someone who's not a psyco! ' she said sarcastically. it was from her friend who seemed quite annoyed at her...

' wtf, why would you post something like that! ugh, I gotta go throw up! 'her text said. she had no idea what she was talking about she checked social media. she had a recent post that wasn't from her but the tension built up in her mind as she slowly hunched over her phone eagerly. when it loaded she threw her phone at the wall detaching it from its case as she let out a shriek the whole road would hear. slowly walking over to retrieve it, she flinched at the sight of two people tied up in what had to have been a basement with slit throats and duck tape sealing their mouths. the flash had been turned on revealing the surroundings; a washing machine with a box of old baby toys beside it. she stood there in utter shock and silence. that was her basement. she knew that for sure. she had never been down there since they moved so she never really achknologed it but she was always reminded to take her old toys to a charity shop or something seen as they're not going to be any use for anyone here.

' your old toys are in the basement love! take em with ya! ' her mother always told her to do but it was never done.

it was him. he wrote on her wall. he killed those people. he could get into the house. she knew that for sure as much as she knew that basement was hers.