James ran to his house, the killer only a few feet behind him. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears. As he was running, he pulled his keys out of his pocket. James got to his door and slammed his hand onto the door and put the keys in first try. He unlocked the door, pulled out the keys, got inside, and locked the door behind him.
He walked over to the couch in the living room, breathing heavily. He was finally safe from whoever was chasing him. Soon, he stopped breathing quickly. All he could hear was the beat of his heart matching the clock's ticks.
The loud creak of a door from the back of the house startled him. James froze at the soft sound of shoes on his wooden floors. He turns around to come face to face with dimly lit brown eyes.
The knife in the intruders hand, lit by the street lights outside, reflected James' face before it was plunged deep into his chest.
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Puppeteer (Team crafted Horror Fanfiction)
FanfictionBack when Team crafted was around, something awful was happening. Members were just leaving the team, one by one. We were told they just didn't want to be in the group anymore, but is that really what happened?
