Fear Breathes

Chapter One

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"Sorry to say this Andrew but... You're fired." Jared Henderson, the police chief says, exhaling from his mouth deeply as he finds firing people very awkward and weird. Confusion sweeps over Andrew, but realization finally crosses his mind.   
"Damn. What am I gonna tell my wife?", he thinks to himself. 
"C'mon chief, I've done nothing but good for Greenview! Just give me a cha-," Jared holds his hand up to silence him. "Just quit your bitchin' and give me your badge," the chief says crossly, a stern look growing across his face. Anger fills Andrew's mind, and he clenches his hands into fists, as his arms begin to tremble subtly, but noticeably. "I wish I could say I'm sorry but, uh... you've been draggin' us down. You're always focused on this murder bullshit and-," Jared says with a gruff and musky voice, while slowly looking up at Andrew. "Mr. Knox; just go. I don't want to have to report you because, that's unnecessary paperwork, and I don't have the time tuh' deal with this shit." Jared pulls out a cigar, and offers one to Andrew, but Andrew declines as he's pissed off at the chief.
"Work with me here, I'm bein' as nice as possible, but you aren't fucking cooperating! Leave! I can give you a check in the mail tomorrow, it's the least I can do," Silence fills the room, except for the sound of Jared pulling out a Zippo to light his cigar. Andrew rises suddenly, knocking the wooden chair he was in, down to the hard tile floor. "G'night," he says in a loud whisper, as he stomps out the room, slamming the door behind him. "Night." Jared says as the door slams behind Andrew. Jared watches Andrew walk furiously to his car from his office window. He hears a beeping noise from his wrist, and he looks at the time. "Nine o' clock p.m? Yeesh, that took fuckin' forever," Jared says to himself. 
"Ya, coulda done bettah," a deep, almost scratchy voice booms, from seemingly everywhere in the room. Jared bolts up from his chair, his heart thumping like a drum in his chest. "Ha-ha-Who said that? I have a gun!" he yells, grabbing his pistol from it's holster on his belt with his arm shaking uncontrollably.
"Y'know you're the only one 'ere roight?" The voice grumbles, shaking the ground. Jared doesn't say a word, and just swallows the saliva that was building in his mouth, as he feels it slowly trickling down his dry, raspy throat, he nods his head yes as he is terrified of whatever is speaking to him.                             
"Good. Now I know you ah not uh complete idiot," the voice seems to be getting closer to him, and Jared feels as if the room is starting to close in on him. He turns around an entire three hundred and sixty degrees to be one hundred percent positive that it is.                                         "Don' even troy to foind an escape, mate, you're gonna die." Fear fills Jared's mind, and now he can definitely tell that the room is getting smaller. Chairs and desks get dragged and pushed along the tile, leaving a lot of screeching noise and scratches in the floor. "Jus' let this happen..." the voice says in a whisper. "Claustrophobia, eh? That's uh wondaful thing tuh be scared of," the voice says in a playful manner, sending multiple chills up Jared's back. "How does he know what I'm scared of?," he thought in his mind, with his body still trembling.
"I'm feuh itself, mate," he says as if he had read his mind. "But YOU can call may Mr. Crowly." The room continuously keeps getting closer. Jared begins to feel a desk start to push against the back of his legs. Along with everything else, another desk comes towards the front of his legs and didn't stop. "Mr. Crowly, just let me go please! Just let me go, I've got a family!" Jared screamed with his eyes beginning to water and tears fall from his eyes and down the side of his cheeks. "Well, how is 'at goin' to happen if yuh can't walk?" Then, unexpectedly, the desks suddenly slammed into him, and began to cut his legs in half. Then the ceiling started to move downward twice as fast than when the sides were moving towards him. Then blood started to squirt out of his legs, staining himself and the tile with blood. "AAARGH, MOTHERFUCKIN' SHIT!" He screamed in pain as his legs have begun to be ripped in half. He needed to worry about something else though. The ceiling had dropped down so low, that it was making his neck pop. He ducked quickly, and tried to pull out one of his legs between the two desks. Then the desks have cut deep enough to where, he ripped off his leg from just between the two desks. The part of his leg that hit the floor kept moving along the tile, bringing blood with it. Mr. Crowly is forcing everything to move towards him brutally and harshly. Jared dropped his gun between the desks and chairs and, it has caused it to shoot multiple times. One of the shots that was fired ricocheted itself across the room, and hit him in the rib. The ceiling started to press down onto his back, popping and breaking his vertebrae, making him scream horribly loud; louder than he ever has before. "G'night... Mate," Mr. Crowly says before he crushes Jared completely. His bones broke and crumbled to dust. Brain matter shot out of his nose and ears, and organs burst under pressure. Blood and remains of what used to be organs are all that are left of Jared. They lay in the center of the room, and when the walls returned to where they were originally, the blood from Jared trickled down the walls slowly, but stopped suddenly and formed a word. "FEAR" is what it spelled in all of the blood. "Nothin' can mess wiff the face of feuh. Huhuhmmm...." Mr. Crowly said with a chuckle at the end of his sentence.