The shadow slowly moved towards the tv but then stopped and went behind the couch. I heard the cat shriek, like it had been hurt and instantly sat upright. I looked on the ground, and almost crapped myself. The man. Same mask. Same blood stains. But he was now holding a fragile, life-less cat. He looked me dead in the eye and tilted his head, and i saw his eyes narrow. A knife.
A huge butchers knife. He pulled it out of his back pocket and ran it across his hand and blood ran down onto the clean creme carpet. He then got up without taken a beady eye off me and walked round and crouch down in front of me. I winced and tears rolled down my cheek.
I stifled a scream before turning to see him glaring at me, now with a hand print of blood on his mask. "Please, don't hurt me. I've been through enough suffering as it is and i can't deal with anymore pain i'll do anything."
I put my hand up against my face and he grabbed it and slit it. I stared in horror shaking like hell at the sight of my own blood. But minutes later, the pain went and i laughed hysterically. I took the butchers knife out of his pocket and managed to stand up free of help. The man in the mask backed away as i walked closer towards him, and he darted for the door and escaped.
I was free. He wouldn't bother me. He's too afraid. I'm a complete psycho though.
I checked my messages and there was one from Trays brother saying "Bed is done. He'll be back soon."
