'i kill people i like'
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The next week had been odd but very productive. All my things were unpacked like most of the things scattered around the house. I had even started to fix up that garden beside the house, it took some effort but in the end it was no biggie.
On the other side of things, I still had this feeling of being watched and as it became easier to fall asleep at night, I couldn't help but think about the first night I slept in my room, where I had the feeling of sand on my face and chuckling beside me. I had concluded I was making everything up in my mind, I'm sure it just had to deal with the stress of moving into the new house. But still it was weird because I had gotten the best sleep that first night than I've gotten in a long while.
Currently I was at the small garden I refurbished, it was kind of like my small project that only I worked on, my parents didn't seem to mind that I used some of their money on it. I was watering my daisies I happened to look up the house where my room was because it looked out onto the garden and the front yard. As I looked up at my bedroom window I swore I saw something walk past it. I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion before coming to the conclusion that it was probably one of my parents looking for something.
"Blythe!" I hear a voice shout at me, I quickly turn my head seeing both my parents in the family van, slowly pulling out to the end of our driveway. "We're going for groceries!" I hear my mother say before waving and driving off.
My eyes widen in shock, if both my parents were in the car, who did I see in my bedroom?
I quickly dropped my tools before running insidre the house and hurrying to the kitchen to grab a steak knife from my mother's knife set before quietly going up the stairs, not wanting whoever was upstairs hear me.
Once I was on the second floor I tip-toed to my bedroom and slowly opened the door, peeking inside. Seeing nothing I stepped inside and scanned my entire room, noticing that my closet door was halfway open. I slowly walked towards the closet, squeezing the knife by my side a little tighter before opening the closet quickly and stabbing the air.
Looking inside the small closet I saw nothing but that strange smell I could smell the first day here was in the air again.
I sigh, I must be going crazy, I think to myself before going into the bathroom and grabbing my bottle of Fe-breeze before heading over to the closet and spraying inside until the bottle was almost empty--when suddenly I heard a loud crash coming from downstairs.
I jump in fright before hurrying to pick up the knife and hurrying downstairs, to see what was going on. Once I was downstairs, I walked into the kitchen and saw that the fridge was open and all the pots and pans from the cupboard were all on the floor, that was probably what the sound was...
"Hello?" I ask aloud, which is probably the most cliche thing to do in a moment like this but oh well... "Whoever's out there, show yourself!" I shout, keeping a very firm grip onto the knife I was holding.
I stand in silence for almost a minute when I feel a light tap on my shoulder, I spin around quickly just in time to see and man, five inches taller than me staring right down at me with brown eyes. He was wearing jeans and t-shirt, tattoos running up and down his arms.
My eyes widen in shock, "Wh-who are you and wh-what are you doing in my house?" I stutter quietly, hoping this wasn't the moment he decided to murder me.
He smirks, "This is my house, not yours." He replies before adding, "Oh and you can call me, Sandy."
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Hey guys, I know this was probably crappy but I felt the need to update, haha.
Hope you enjoy! Love youuuu!
xx Sarah
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