Closer Than You Think

An Awkward Encounter

I froze. You know how people say 'they didn't move a muscle'? Well I didn't even breathe. I didn't move my eyes. Here was the worst part:

I couldn't even see him.

I could feel his eyes boring into me. But I couldn't see him. I knew exactly where he was though. Behind Miller. That's right, he had moved Miller's chair so that, instead of in the corner, it was right next to my bed. With Miller's body leaning over me, black eyes staring down at me.

His mouth was half open, his eyes were unblinking, there was a dark stain right where his heart should be. Blood ran down his face. I had to suppress the urge to throw up, kick, scream, and cry when I noticed a sick smile was carved into his face.

"Somebody's awake!" A teasing voice said.

"..." I didn't say anything. I wasn't looking to die tonight.

"Ahhhhh, don't wanna talk? That's fine, I know you don't do well when you wake up." The dark voice was teasing now, playing with me.

"Well...I imagine you do."

A chuckle, "Did you see my book?"

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

I thought a moment. How NOT to offend him? "I'll be honest. I thought the cover was a bit much."

"I can't believe you were the only one who got the whole 'Tiffany' thing!". He laughed out loud on that one.

I shuddered. Where the hell had he been hiding then? WHERE THE HELL HAD HE BEEN HIDING THIS WHOLE TIME?!? "Ha. Yeah."

We were quiet for awhile. I couldn't tell if I preferred the talking of the quiet.

"You're pretty when you sleep.". Quiet it is.

"Thank you. I often worry about that.". A snicker.

"So," I cleared my throat, "How does this work? We just sit here forever?"

"No, you go to sleep."

"Yeah, no, I'm not gonna do that.". A weird sort of calm hysteria was settling.

"I can wait."

"That sounds boring."

"I tell you what, it's a game. If you fall asleep I take you, but ONLY if you're asleep."

"...Take me? What the hell does that mean?"

"Wanna find out?" I don't want to respond.

After 15 minutes, I finally work up the nerve to sit up and pull out my phone.

"Ah ah ah, that's a rule violation. No calling for help."

"Wasn't gonna."

You're probably wondering if anything happened. No. This wasn't a nice moment between lovers, not a fun moment for friends. It was a murderous stalker and his helpless victim, caught in a game of psychotics.

So no, nothing happened and we just sat there for hours. I was honestly just waiting for the day to start.

And finally it did. Orange sunlight shone through the open window, casting a distorted shadow from behind Miller.

After reading HUNDREDS of fanfiction, my heart raced when I heard the sounds of actual, normal PEOPLE moving downstairs! My eyes darted from the now dead Miller, to the door, and back again. Finally, I heard my grandfather's footsteps going up the stairs and stopping at my door. The knob turned.

"Hey Noel, I-"

I cut Poppop off by launching myself off the bed and crying. Immediately a flurry of footsteps erupted as Karen Ward and Perry ran into the room, guns ablazing.

"WHAT WHAT!?!?" Perry yelled.

"He-He's here!"

"What?!?".

Perry glared at me before noticing Miller.

"Son of a-" He growled as he quickly ran over to the open window.

"What're you guys doin'?!?" I choked out, "He's behind Miller!"

"Not anymore he's not."

I frowned and crawled around Miller, gagging a bit as good covered my hands and knees.

It was true.

He wasn't there. Instead, holding Miller up, was a fishing pole jammed into my closet door. Written in blood across the pristine white of my door was

'Go. To. Sleep.'
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