Nico sprinted out of the house, his footsteps echoing through the neighborhood. The jangling of the keys in his hand grew quieter as the voices in his mind got louder and louder. He climbed into his car and shoved the keys into the ignition.
He had only one thing on his mind: escape.
As he started to drive, his hands steadied on the wheel and his nerves started to settle. The soft music that played throughout his car temporarily calmed him down.
He grabbed his phone and dialed 911. The music had stopped and the ringing of the call was all he could hear besides the tires of his car on the road and the hum of the engine.
"911, what's your emergency?"
Before Nico could even open his mouth, the call shut off and his vehicle slowed to a stop. Incoherent whispers filled his ears, pulling tears from his eyes.
"No...Not again...Please."
He fumbled with the lock on the door.
His stomach leapt into his chest when he felt a cold breath on his neck. He screamed, pushing himself away from the back of his seat. His shaky breaths grew into hyperventilation as his violently trembling hands struggled to open the door.
There was a shuffle in the atmosphere around him, something had changed.
He glanced up at the window in front of him and found that only his reflection appeared in the pitch black glass. His focus shifted to the dark figure smiling behind him.
"Going somewhere?"
