The Empty Room

Chapter 8

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Later in the day, while lying in bed, the memory of last night swirled in my head, making it hard for me to fall asleep. The voice sounded so familiar, and I had seen those shoes somewhere. And the sound of the dragging, I shuddered. What if... what if the thing or person being dragged was my mom? What if the person in my room came to kill me, and would try again until they are discovered or succeed? The thought followed me into my dreams. If only my mother was here to comfort me.

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Thud thud thud... My eyes shot open to the awful sound of my nightmare coming to reality. Not again... The unsettling fact was that there was no dragging sound this time. The killer had not gone after anyone else yet and failed to find me that fateful day. Tonight, I was the clear target. The murderer was not going to give up trying to kill me until the job was done. This time, I knew there would be no hiding and no way to escape. This time, I was going to die. Yet, I wasn't ready for my death, it seemed too soon. Why me? Why did the killer come after me? 

Thud thud thud... The person was getting closer. I might not be able to escape the killer, but the least I can do was delay the inevitable. I raced to the corner of my room and grabbed my baseball bat, ready to defend myself.

Time slowed down as the door creaked open. Sweat trickled down my neck and my pulse quickened. "Tristan." The voice said softly and I heard the footsteps coming closer to my bed. I shivered as I prepared myself. Seeing that I wasn't in the bed, the assailant came nearer to my hiding spot. Get ready...

WHAM! I hit the killer with all my strength in the dim light and heard the person collapse to the ground. For a second I thought I knocked out the murderer but soon realized that the person was barely fazed by my attack.

"So this is how you want to play?" the invader taunted.

 "You're a monster!" I yelled into the shadows, not able to see where the figure was, "Who are you? What do you want from my family?"

The intruder did not respond back. Instead, I saw the outline of a blade coming down upon me. Bracing myself, I tried to buy myself more time.

"Why are you doing this?" I cried in a desperate attempt to talk myself out of the situation. "Why? You monster! You killed my mother and now you are going to kill me!" After I said this, another figure walked into the frame of the door but kept a finger to its mouth to make sure I was quiet. Who was that? If they were here to help me, why did they not do anything to help me?

When I snapped back into reality the killer stepped closer to me. "Why are you doing this to me?" I stalled.

"Because it is all your fault." The killer replied. They stepped out of the shadows and I saw the face of the true killer.