The midnight visitor [ON HOLD]

Part Seven

*WARNING* : this chapter contains at the end a little bit of violence,  just so you know.

-------------------------

300 READS!!! this is a blessing i swear 🌹

Again, from the bottom of my heart, i thank you guys for giving me some of your time, honestly.

Before starting, i want to dedicate this chapter to owos_creates.
Thank you sweetie for the votes and the support, i truly appreciate it 💎❤️

_____________________________

MIDNIGHT

Mariah lost track of time as the day elapsed before she knew it.
Having almost finished all of her work around the house, she still had the laundry basket full of clothes yet to be hanged, awaiting her.

She reluctantly walked toward the laundry room, completely drained and in a state of somnolence. As she passed by, the open french window in the living room caught her attention.
"I remember closing it after i swept the floor!" she thought to herself.

She walked instead to the living room, and hurriedly wrapped her arms around her already muffled body, to protect herself from the shivering cold that came piercing her bones.

As she came closer to the window, she stepped upon an item that cracked underneath her covered feet. She paused, bending her body down to identify the object on the ground.
"broken glass?!". She tracked down the scattered peices of the smashed item until it lead her to the open window.

"I don't remember hearing a noise!!" she frowned, while she saw the large round hole on the window.
"This wind is going to wreck whatever's left of this damned house" she exclaimed, irritated. Not giving it further attention, she closed it before bringing a broom and a dustpan from the laundry room to sweep up the broken shards.

"such a joyful life that I'm living" she thought finishing her task. Grabbing the laundry basket, she went upstairs straight to the rooftop to finish her busy day by hanging the items on the clothesline, choosing not to think about anything but the sweet second she ends up in her warm bed, all tucked in under the covers.

Rushing to finish up her work, she hastily began grabbing the items. Silence was almost palpable in the cold winded night, you could've heard the buzzing of a fly. The atmosphere so tense, that it could immerse you in a state of deep anxiousness.

Although she was busy with her work, her attention was diverted as she noticed a shadow under the light emanating from the moon.
"Zachariah stop, I'm in no mood to joke around, i can see your shadow."
She received no response as the shadow continued making its way towards her.

"ZACH!" she cried out as the exasperation got the best of her. Turning around, she dropped the clean piece of clothing that she was holding, eyes went wide the second her gaze met the man's, standing in front of her. There, clutching a metal bar in both hands with a wicked smirk on his face, he slowly walked towards her.

"NO!" she cried......
"no, it can't be!" her words came out as a shaky breath, tears started to form in her eyes. Her legs almost gave up on her, becoming weak, she began trembling as the fear consumed her. Her Heart beating faster each second that went by, threatening to explode from her ribcage. She felt suffocated as her chest tightened, her body yearning for oxygen.

She began walking backwards, not losing sight of the attacker. She wanted to scream for people to hear, begging to be rescued, but she was left with no voice, terror engrossed her.

"This is it, this is how it's gonna end for me." she thought, as her back met with the cold surface of the damp wall. The silent tears streamed down her wet face, broken, she had no strength to resist, handing out the opportunity for the killer to take.

Finally in front of her, he gave her a cold smile that sent shivers down her spine. Soon, he started assaulting her with the metal, hitting her repeatedly while letting his frustration and anger out with each strike. He ended up splitting her head in two giving him the gratification that he needed as he saw the blood leaking, almost like water falling in-between two cliff walls. He stood still, watching in awe the masterpiece in front of him. A masterpiece of his own creation.

He pulled out a small tube from his pocket, he brought it closer to the source of the leak, and he awaited for the object to full up.
Satisfied, he got up closing the tube and putting it back, as he gave a final glance at the lifless body before him.

He still had a lot to do though.