I walk down the street to my apartment.
"Just four more blocks," I tell myself.
I walk faster past the shadows, everything looks like its going to jump out and kill me.
I just moved here to Whims Street about a month ago. It's an old neighborhood, I thought it would be better than the city. In the beginning, it was. Although people didn't talk to me much; one person did. His name is Phil, he is an old man who lives next to me in an apartment. After talking to him, I wish I hadn't. I have to live here for four years, that's when my contract is up. For now, I try not to look people in the eye, or at all. I work a few blocks down the street at a gas station... I'm not exactly what you would call, stably financed.
Now, on he way home tonight, my bike broke... Well I broke it, the lock wouldn't open and I thought that if I unscrewed this and loosened that I could get it but I'm not a mechanic either. So I had to walk home, at this point it is 12:34a.m.
I walk the streets looking behind me every three seconds, eventually, I just run home. When I get to the building I open the door and run all the way to my apartment on the fourth floor. I guess it's more like a hotel... But I'm not quite sure. I quickly take my shoes off and jump into bed. I know this sounds childish, but I still do that thing where kids think the blankets can protect them from anything. I pulled the covers up to my nose and I try not to look around at my creepy apartment. It's on the small side, the walls are black, but I don't think its paint, the carpets on the floors are falling off, there are cobwebs in every single crevice in the room.
At 3:02a.m. I wake up at the sound of screaming. It sounds like a child, I run out into the hallway and see... Nothing? It sounded like it was coming from right outside the door...
I hear it again, I walk down the hall way and I stop in front of Phil's door. It sounds like it's coming from his apartment...
I put my ear to the door and listen for voices. When I do, it opens.
"Ah, hello dear, would you like to come in for some coffee?" Phil says.
"Um, no thank you..." I start to turn put he puts a glove-covered hand on my arm.
"I insist," he smiles with crooked teeth.
I look at him for a moment, he has on all black clothes, but I see his sleeve under his jacket and it looks wet with a red liquid, "no thank you..."
"Oh come on, here," he pulls me inside.
"I really don't want to" I start trying to push away towards the door. He drags me to the living room.
"I think you should stay, you can help me out with some things I need to do," he says between breaths from dragging me, he is pretty old to be doing this. Suddenly he pulls out a knife.
"Please no!"
"Listen, stay in this room until I say you can leave. If you leave I will cut off your legs, and if you leave and tell someone about this, I will find you and cut of you tongue and liver."
I start to cry, "please, I swear I won't tell! Please! Let me go!"
He starts laughing, "sit down," he shoves me into the couch, "I'll be back."
He leaves the room. I look at the front door, its locked with a metal chain. I look at the window, wait, there is no window... I walk into a different room. It looked like the dining room.
I'm trying to be as quiet as possible so he doesn't hear me. I look at the table, a few black cases. I slowly unzip one. Knives and other bladed weapons. The next one, guns. The next one, I'm not sure... It looks to be some sort of book but there isn't a way to open it. I hear the floor creak at the door way. It's a child. I hurry over to it.
