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Chapter 3: Heartbeat

Cruel. Very cruel. I don't really like cruel things, they scare me. You know when a killer is on the loose, everyone starts to catch a cold... a cold fear. Because one is scared to get killed or are scared that a close one will get killed. And it is even worse for people who live alone. I mean, you never know who might be hiding in the other room. Or behind the curtains. Or behind you...

My train of thoughts was suddenly interrupted by a knock.

Was I expecting someone? No.

Was I too lazy to get up to answer the door? Yes.

Did the knocking stop? No.

Was I scared?

Well, I got up and took my kitchen knife with me, just in case. But just as I reached the door, the knocking stopped. I stood there, stupefied by what had just happened. I slowly put my hand on my chest, just to make sure that my pounding heart was not jumping out.

After so many long months I had felt scared. I was feeling my heartbeat. Then started making singing along with it in my mind. Lub-dub... lub-dub... lub-dub...

The beat was getting realer. I thought I was hallucinating so I immediately put my hand away from my chest. The beating continued; I continue to hear it aloud.

I soon realized that it was not my mind that was making the thump sound louder, but the knocks on the door. Someone was knocking on it in the exact pace of my heartbeat. I dropped my phone in shocked. The knocking stopped.

I suddenly felt surrounded by bad things all around me. Everything seemed to be moving in circles around my head- the furniture, the pictures in my memories. I thought I was passing out. I did.

The harsh gushes of the cold winds brushed me awake at midnight. The knife and my phone were still on the floor. I suddenly realized how lonely was I. I could've died without being noticed.

I picked the two things up and noticed that the glass of phone was broken. It was stuck on the page that I was reading. It made me recall the happenings of the evening. Uncomfortable as hell, I went to my bedroom. I decided to call Philippe.

The touch sensitivity of my phone was gone. I was not able to open the dial pad.

After trying for ten minutes, I finally made something move on the screen. I was finally able to scroll. Scroll to the next page of the book- the next story. I tried to scroll once, but the page got stuck halfway, only the story's title was visible. I could've tried to scroll more, but my head was hurting badly. I decided to leave it like that and went to sleep. The title said "3 A.M.".