Somewhere In Hell

Chapter Three

          James dashed out of the kitchen. He looked at the front door. To his damn surprise, it wasn't open.

'So what was that creak I heard?' He thought. He then shrugged. He headed for the kitchen but stopped suddenly. He heard breathing noises. Heavy breathing noises.

He was afraid to find out what that noise was. But he mustered courage and quickly turned around. He didn't see anyone. What he saw was his door. And it was OPENED.

"What the...?"

"Fuck?" Someone continued.

The voice sounded familiar to James. Oh shit! It's that same growling voice from the call. That mysterious caller.

"What the hell. What are you doing in my house?" Asked James. He was shaking all over.

He looked around the room trying to find this person.

"First of all, this isn't your house. Technically, it's your father's. Whom I killed last year so that I could get to you." The growling voice spoke.

"What? You were the one that murdered my father? You piece of shit!" Screamed James.

He saw a baseball bat lying on the ground and grabbed it. He was obviously going to defend himself against this mysterious person.

Then he heard a knock. James turned towards the door. He was determined to smash anyone at the door.

"Who's it?" Asked James.

No answer.

Another knock.

"I said who the fuck are you?!"

"James.. You okay? It's me, Grace."

A smile found it way on James' lips. He sighed and headed for the door, the baseball bat still in hand. He then opened the door and there she was, Grace.