Written by: @MadelynJoy2
Graphics/cover by: @Fandomacc
What if the scary film you were watching turned out to be real? What if you actually witnessed someone getting murdered?
What if you were next?
Who knew what it was?
Sometimes...the victim and...
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Static is the only sound streaming through the small speakers of my television. I clutch the remote tighter as I see a bathroom appear on the screen with a plain white bathtub along with a simple shower head attached to the wall next to it. The walls match the flooring; both being a dulled ivory.
Overall, the image gives me the utmost strangest feeling.
Then I see a figure glide across the screen. I can only make out the shape of the figure; that being of a woman, but due to the incredibly poor quality of the film, the face appears to be blurred to the point where recognition of the person is nearly impossible.
The woman, who is dressed in a thin nightgown walks up to the sink, hastily turning on the faucet and splashing water on her face. After, she takes a couple breaths, seemingly steadying herself.
Seconds tick by as she cautiously walks to the window, looking out as if she saw or heard something moments before.
At this point, I'm clutching my old teddy bear in fright. I can see a dark shadow of a strange figure moving closer to the woman. She is unaware of whom or what is lurking behind her.
I feel the need to scream at the woman. I want to warn her. The urge is incredible, almost as if I were in the film itself.
Crash.
The window becomes broken by a force unknown. The woman turns around, and appears to scream, letting her hands come up to her face like I have seen in most horror films. The only exception to her scream is that it seems too real.
It is as though I can feel the absolute terror from her silent scream.
I watch as the dark, distorted figure pulls out a long and deadly knife from under their cloak. The woman goes to the floor in a moment, standing back up with what appears to be a shard of glass from the broken window.
I can almost hear her silent threats to the figure. Every curse word clinging onto each threat.
This doesn't stop the other figure.
It seems to only fuel their dark desire. A desire to do something terrible to the woman.
I want to stop watching, but I can't. I need to know what happens next, even though I have a gut feeling I know how this will end.
As the cloaked figure is only inches from the woman, the cloak drops, and the woman is fear-stricken. I see the dark, skeleton thing take the knife and plunge it through her heart. Immediately she slumps to the ground; the knife still lodged in her chest. She takes her left hand to pull the knife out, but she can't seem to get it out.
Her hand is all bloodied, making eerily real handprints across the whole bathroom. Due to how light everything in the bathroom is, the bloody handprints are only amplified.
At the same time as the woman, I look all around the screen for the dark figure.
It is nowhere to be seen. I watch as the woman tries to get up but fail numerous times. I admire her determination, but I know she's losing hope as she pushes her back up to the edge of the bathtub.
The final thing to 'die' is her head as it drops and hangs low.
As I'm about to shut off the television, the dark figure pops it's head up to the camera. It's glowing eyes seem to peer into my soul as a sickening smile creeps on the corners of its mouth.
It mouths something.
Something I hear in my head.
"You're next."
I click to power button to turn the television off almost as quickly as he spoke.
My whole body is shaking with fright. Such fright I feel myself run to my bathroom to run water on my face.
It wasn't real. It wasn't real.
I keep muttering to myself as I dry my face off.
I take a good look around the bathroom, realizing that the bathroom in the video almost looks identical to mine.
My heart begins to hammer loudly in my chest, and I see the glimmer of a piece of glass.
I walk over to the piece of glass under the windowsill, picking it up with shaking hands, and I feel as though I recognize it.
As I begin to calm my erratic heartbeat, I feel it.
I feel something lurking...practically creeping behind me.
I turn slowly around, almost wanting the moment to last longer.
