How Festive (Discontinued)

Chapter 2: October 25th

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was that you were shaking. The second thing you noticed was that you were covered in sweat. And the third thing you noticed? You were parched.

You must've had a nightmare that you couldn't remember, that would explain why you felt the way you did. Sitting up and stretching, you looked over to the clock on your bedside table to see it was half-past ten in the morning. Luckily, you had nothing planned today. Not anything that you could remember at least.

You pulled yourself out of bed, immediately wanting to change out of your sweat-soaked pajamas and grab something to drink. So you did just that; changing into some new clothes and making your way to your kitchen for some water.
You felt a chill go down your spine as you walked through your bedroom to the hallway as if something was once again watching you.
Memories of yesterday were starting to flood back as you continued to walk, making you feel slightly anxious. You had made it home safe, of course. You wouldn't have been home otherwise. But you hadn't been able to shake the feeling of being watched until you were busy eating dinner, too preoccupied you guessed.

Grabbing a glass, you turned on the tap and filled your cup up, watching as the water swished around. Thinking to yourself more, you supposed that was why you had a nightmare; all of the terror you had experienced the day before.

You moved back to your bedroom, sipping from your glass as you went, enjoying the refreshing feeling. Hydration truly was a wonderful thing.

Lying in bed once again, you sat your cup down to check your phone. Nothing new had been sent to you overnight it seemed. Not that that was out of the ordinary.
You figured you could catch up on some more sleep but that train of thought was quickly interrupted by your phone buzzing. That was a rare occurrence.

You picked up the phone quickly, not thinking much on if you recognized the number, only to hear what seemed to be static on the other end. A gulp and you spoke.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Of course, you were only met with more static, the person on the other end seemingly making no attempts at conversation. Just as you were about to bid a farewell to the mystery caller and then promptly block their number, they spoke.
Mumbled, barely audible all you could make out was surprising. And rather unsettling.

"Good morning." They spoke sounding muffled and quiet.

You froze up, confused and rather scared. Who the hell is this and why were they calling you? Just as you were about to ask, the call ended abruptly, leaving you even more confused and scared.

Trying to call them back didn't seem to work as all you were met with was a quick 'This number does not exist'. Terrified, you took in a few deep breaths. What the hell was up with you recently?

After your initial freak out you decided being alone today was not going to suit you well at all. So you did what any paranoid recluse would do; you called up your one close friend and asked them about their plans for the day.

"(Y/n), do I seem like the kind of person to turn down an invitation to hang out with their best friend? Do I really?"

You paced back and forth around your living room as you talked on the phone. It was a surprise they were up this early honestly, they usually slept until 2 pm.
They always excused it, saying they worked late shifts, but you had known them since you were young. Sleeping in late wasn't a job accommodation at all for them.

"Well I mean, sort of? You get out a lot more than me so I just figured I'd call and ask first. You might've had a doctors appointment or a-"

"Ok, I get it, I could've had something important today. Point is, I don't." You could hear an annoyed sigh through the phone, bringing a bit of a smile to your face. Playing smart with your friend was always a joy.