The walls have eyes

I feel like I'm going insane

The thing is sometimes that feeling in your gut is just right. I have a hard time distinguishing between what my brain is telling me and what my gut is telling me, must be a character flaw or something. But, somehow this feeling of dread was just there hanging over me like a rain cloud in those cartoons when someone felt bereaved. 

The bus ride home was short. I would say short and sweet but there's nothing sweet about a bunch of strangers crowded next to one another with their sweaty bo in your face. It soon came to my stop and there waiting at the bus stop was Zac. 

"Hey, I just thought I'd walk you back home seen as it's the first day back since you know..." he stutters out. His eye's gaze slowly moved to the floor. Ever since mum died it was like I was some emotional wreck and no one dare speak my mother's name or mention her death. But, to be honest, I felt no remorse. I felt...nothing.

"You can say that mum died. I won't bite your head off," I pause. I know how close him and mum used to be. Although, I may have felt no grief it wasn't the same for him.

I got home and slammed my enormously heavy rucksack onto my untidy bed. No words can describe the feeling of releasing that weight off my shoulders. I reach into my bag to get my history book out so I can finish my 5000-word essay. Yeah, that's how I spend my Tuesday evenings, jealous? You should be. Suddenly, a faint tapping grabs my attention. It sounded like it was coming from the walls... it couldn't be. It must've been someone throwing rocks at my window. I mean, who would throw rocks at my window? I only have one friend and she lives miles away.

I try to get on with my work but nothing productive seems to happen. The faint tapping gets louder and louder to the point where I can't hear myself think. 

DON'T LOOK. My brain keeps telling me. DON'T LOOK BEHIND YOU. But my body is doing something different. My head gradually turns around, the fear swirling in my eyes. 

The face was there again but it was different. 

Its eyes were bloodshot but its eye colour. It was black. No. It was darker than black. Darker than a nights sky. It was pure evil. It was like its eyes were death itself, harboring every single corrupt soul in existence. 

"I have a job for you to do," it hisses out.

"What job? How do I know you're real? If I do it, will you leave me alone?" I blurt out.

"You might not want me to leave you alone after you've done the job," it replies.

What did it mean? Of course, I'd want it to leave me alone. It's the only reason I'd consider doing whatever job it'd ask me.

"What job?" I ask hesitantly.

"KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL..." It chants.

I couldn't take it. Like lightning, I bolt out of the room and find myself in Zac's arms.

"What's up?" he asks me, genuinely concerned.

"It's telling me to kill... but I don't want to. I don't want to." I cry into his arms.

"Sadie, I think you're going insane..." he mutters under his breath thinking that I can't hear him over my sobbing.

He was right though, because what happens next truly shocked me as I found myself picking up a knife from the kitchen counter... 

AUTHORS RANDOM AREA:

sorry, I've been MIA for ages, probs still gonna be MIA for a while cos now everything's getting a bit hectic, sorry about that.

Anyways thanks for reading this!!