Don't Breathe |✔

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I hit the floor.

I opened my eyes and gasped. I was in the back bathroom laying on the floor. I felt around my neck, it was still there, and no skeletal fingers clung to it.

I sighed in relief and relaxed a little, but I was still completely gross from sweating and crying all night, so I sat up and readied myself for a shower. It'd be the first one I would've had in five days.

I let the hot water scald away all of my heart ache and despair, along with all of the physical grime.

I stepped out, a few minutes later, and wrapped a towel around my body. I sighed, already missing the warmth and safety of the shower.

I walked forwards and went to wipe the condensation from the mirror, when the lights flickered off.

It came back on a few seconds later, but it wasn't as bright as before, leaving part of the room in darkness.

The electric bill probably just hasn't been paid.

Slightly disconcerted, I proceeded to wipe the mirror. I stopped.

Behind me, from out of the shadows, lurched a figure.

The figure from my dream.

Only, this one was different.

This one...

...was Jack.