Hope. That is all I had to go on when I fell asleep. He hadn't visited since my 17'th Birthday. I had thought it was over. That he was bored with me. Until I heard the scrape of the knife on the wall at the bottom of the stairs. He was here, it had to be him. No one else knew about the closet stairs. I looked at the door with horror, I hadn't locked it in the rush to pack. I had three options; 1.) running to the closest to lock the door resulting in either getting pulled down the stairs or successfully locking the door -which is unlikely- and angering him so he goes into my dreams, therefore, losing sleep and not being able to leave. 2.) running out of the room and leaving forever allowing him to leave as well and kill me or my mom getting killed in the process. Or 3.) staying as still as possible so he thinks I'm sleeping, this choice will end with losing sleep and leaving in the morning or being dragged down the stairs. And of course, by the time I had thought of all the options, the doorknob was being turned and I was frozen in place.
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Timidis Spes
General FictionThis is a short story that I thought of. I don't know if it's similar to any others so I'm sorry if it is. I can't really put a description other than that so read it if you want or don't its only 2 chapters and there only one paragraph chapters an...
