Conan
The texts kept coming.
Heather kept describing everything about me. My shoes... my pants... what color band I was wearing around my wrist. They knew it all.
The only person who even saw me today was Rocky, but she wouldn't do something as cruel as this. She wouldn't purposely try to confuse me or worry me.
There has to be another explanation... there has to be something I'm missing.
As soon as these words form in my brain, a small rumble comes from my pocket and I stand up from my stool at the kitchen counter.
H-E-A-T-H-E-R: three lights are lit...
H-E-A-T-H-E-R: but the fourth one's out.
I wait for a moment to see if there will be a continuation, but I get nothing. I examine the texts thoroughly and with a cryptic mindset. Nothing sent from this person is an accident.
I walk away from this room and to my hallway. It's the only set of rooms in my humble house that are dark and not luminated. I haven't been back in these rooms since I left to drop Rocky off.
I quickly rush back to the kitchen and grab a knife out from one of my drawers, not knowing what to expect when I venture through my hall.
The first room, my drum room, is completely normal. I examine my closets and corners after I switch on the lights. I check my stacks of musical paper for absolutely anything to indicate Heather's aura, but find nothing of the sort.
The second room, the bathroom, is perfectly fine. No hints are behind the shower curtain and nothing is hidden in the cabinets above and under the sink. Everything seems normal. The lights turned on with ease.
I walk into the office and the room lights up with a slight stall. This room takes a while to sort through and I look all around it for a good ten minutes, searching in the closets and tall dressers. I finally leave, deciding to continue to the final room. For the last space I clutch my knife even tighter to my side, ready to use it if necessary. I won't stand a broken entering if they are inside my home.
I take one step into the final room, my own bedroom, and immediately feel strange. Something swells up inside my chest, making me making me feel anxious as I take another step and reach for the light switch.
Flick.
I'm still surrounded by utter darkness.
Now I'm even more nervous as I take another step, trying to look up at the light above me. My feet step closer, and I cry out in pain, falling back on my bed. Glass shards come in contact with the bottom of my foot, and I can feel the cold rush of blood start to spill. I had to have stepped on at least five of them for the pain and blood to be this incredible.
But that is the least of my problems.
This means someone has broken in.
Suddenly, I hear my door slam, removing all the light surrounding me.
They're still here.
I grit my teeth in utter pain as I grab a pillow and press it against my wounds.
It had to have been the lightbulb. Heather's text become clear in my mind again.
Three lights are lit, but the fourth one's out.
I realize quickly that I can't just stay still. That door slammed, so they most likely have the intention to keep me trapped here. Unfortunately, I left my cell phone on the kitchen table. What a stupid mistake that was considering I thought I may be in danger.
I swallow my pain as I start to stand.
My first instinct is, of course, to clutch tightly to my knife and run to the door, but it won't budge. The knob has been jammed and no matter how hard I press against the piece of wood, it stays in tact. The person in my house must have barricaded the exit. With little hesitation I run to the only window in my room and lift upward, but it won't open. If necessary I can find something heavy and break the glass to exit, but I'm afraid the noise will only make them come in the room and attempt to stop me.
Slowly and cautiously, I walk to my closet, remembering I placed my old cellphone in a shoebox on the top shelf.
I open the door and brace myself for some form of an attack, but let out a relieved sigh when nothing happens. I tug the chain for the light, and lucky this one turns on. A few seconds later, my old iPhone 5 is being held in my palms. I cautiously walk to my bedside table and put the device on the charger. Even though I have no plan, I remember reading something about phones still being able to dial emergency numbers.
Once my fingers finish fumbling around, going from the power button to the home screen, I feel myself start to panic.
I can hear noises outside the door...
And I can't remember this phone's password.
My brain rattles as my thumbs try every possible combination that I've had in the past.
1229
7811
4579
Suddenly, I find my way out from my momentary stupidity. My fear caused me to overlook the word in the lower left hand corner.
Emergency.
I slide the button, and after a few more simple clicks, I'm connected to the line. By now my breathing has quickened to alarming rates, but at least I should be safe for now. I still have my knife, and now I've made contact with the authorities.
"Hello 911 what's your emergency?"
I feel the corners of my mouth being tugged.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
My eyes start to sag as I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into sleep. My knife falls from my arm with a limp motion.
I hear a simple, bone chilling muffled word come from Heather as a black glove reaches down from above me and covers my eyes.
"Silence."
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A/N
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