Living In Fear

Chapter 8: Pages

Callie didnt tell anyone that she had told Dylan about the slender man, she felt better keeping it from her friends. But what was she suppose to say, that she told Dylan and he broke up with her? It was too embarrassing, they would never let her live it down and they'd just say "I told you so."

Callie sighed and stared at the ceiling for the longest time, she could feel her head slowly falling back into its painful, ponding state. As if it were getting closer and closer.

She sat up quickly in fear and swallowed hard looking out the window. At first she didn't see anything, it was as if her mind was starting to fool her into thinking that he was around at every moment. She ran her hands over her face as she could feel her arms tense up.

Maybe a warm shower would help her relax, she thought as she sat up and walked with weak legs to the bathroom. Callie felt safe in the house, at lest in rooms like the bathroom where there were no windows. She felt that her life belonged to her again and not controlled by it.

She turned on the water and sat down on the edge of the tube and turned the water all the way up. She ran her hand through the cold water from the fullest, then shook the cold water off her hand and stood back up to undress.

She turned the shower on and hopped into the lovely hot water as it turned to steam pounding against her skin. She could feel her head settle and her body calm down to an ease. Everything seemed so normal in the moment, as if she had just woken up from a strange and twisted dream.

The steam fogged up the air and mirror, Callie turned the water off and pushed the shower curtain back,

She grabbed a light blue towel and wrapped herself up in it as she picked up a hair brush and slowly ran it through her hair. She put the brush down and smiled at the very though of winning this day back from her fear and pain.

But just as the smile came over her, she lifted her head up and was truly horrified by what she was looking at. the fogged up mirror looked like someone had written on it. It was like a child's writing-all scribbles and no fine style to it- she was puzzled a bit as shr leaned in and tried to read it.

Callie could just make it out-what with the steam on the mirror clearing up- she squinted her eyes at it and than backed up quickly with a deep gasp at what it said, "Follows" it read. Callie knew what it meant, and she knew who wrote it. She was terrified now, because now she knew- it was never going to go away.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain shearing through her skull, like a screw slowly and forcefully being twisted into her head. Her eyes started to water up as she clutched the towel to her body with one hand and held the other one fermaly on top of her head.

It had all become so clear to her that she wasn't even safe inside her own home, but what could she do to stop it? The force slowly calmed to a level-not so critical- and she managed to get dressed quickly.

Callie stepped out into the hall and a gust of cold air blew past her, it was like ice, cold shiver ran down her back. She was completely scared, it would be hours before her mom got home and she would have to sit here alone-in her house which didn't even seem safe anymore.

A twisting pain ran through her stomach next as it growled, she was so hungry at this point. Callie normally felt too sick to eat anything or keep it down but she made her way to the kitchen and warmed up some rice from the fridge. She sat down at the dinning room table and placed her phone down and stared at it as she eat the rice out of its plastic containment. Her mind wondered along so many different paths.

Callie took a few bites then pushed the rice off to the side, her stomach in knots from eating. She picked up her phone and studied it for a long time before closing her eyes with a sigh and calling up Maddy.