Ghost In The Mirror (Chris Motionless)

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[ Lauryn's POV: ]

I felt uneasy and I couldn't focus, the words all looked jumbled now, my knees began to feel weak and I soon collapsed onto the cold, hard wooden floor.

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I woke up to a dark and musty smelling place, I couldn't see anything so I decided to reach for my phone, I rummaged through my pocket and grabbed hold of it to find my way around the house.

It was 3:12am, what happened? and why did I wake up on the floor? I switched the living room lamp on, the light was so blinding that I had to wait for my eyes to focus again.. once they did, the first thing I saw were the bold letters carved in a sticky red liquid on the wall.

"You will die tonight." I felt sick just reading it, who did this? What sort of sick joke is this? I needed to get out... And fast.

I grabbed onto my handbag and searched for the keys, until I came across a scrunched up napkin.

It was from the café Chris and I went to the other day, that's right! Chris! I had forgotten about Chris. I turned the napkin over and there was a number on it, maybe I could go to his place for the night?

I pull out my phone again, trembling furiously and start to dial the number, not caring about the time.

"H-hello?" I heard a raspy voice at the end of the line.

"Chris? I-it's Lauryn, I'm so sorry to ring at this time." I didn't know how to ask if I could stay.

"Erm, what's up?" I could tell he didn't want to talk. Then again, it was 3 in the morning.

"Uhh, I was wondering if you could pick me up? It's a long story-" My voice shook,

"Ah, really?" He paused. "I'll be around soon." I could tell he was confused by the tone in his voice.

"Thank you so much Chris! I really appreciate-"
"See you soon." He cut me off.

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It's 3:46 I checked my phone for the fifth time, my body shivers as the icy breeze rushes down my back, I've been waiting outside my house for nearly an hour with my only source of light being a dim lantern dangling across the road by the corn fields. My teeth start to jitter in tune with the whistling breeze and the creaky floorboards.

I hear the slight crunch of rubble further down the road.
"Is that Chris?!" I jump up excitedly.
But I'm disappointed yet again as an unknown car speeds past.
They come to a halt outside my letterbox and a tall man dressed in black gets out, he blends into the black of the night.
My heart starts to pound in time with my growing headache, I feel queasy again as he approaches me.
I watch him come towards me, I'm frozen with shock, he's holding something in his hand in the shape of a pistol. who is this? And why are they here?
I have a bad feeling about this.

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A/N:

Sorry guys for another cliffhanger yet again everyone!! I just thought it'd be more exciting to have one so y'all will have to wait for the next chapter, but remember I'm not updating until I get at least 9 votes or more this time. i'd really appreciate it, thanks!!
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