Dreamland

Chapter 23: I Know Places

Chapter 23: I Know Places

[KATE'S POV]

I staggered back up the basement stairs as the demon-like creature howled for the third time. This time, it spattered blood on my face. I stood up quickly when I was in the hallway. I forced the basement door to close but the demon clawed the door out of it's way and I ended up being thrown off guard.

I regained my strength and picked up the knife. My heart thumped painfully when I saw the demon in the hallway. I dodged quickly as it charged for me, and it almost got my leg. Almost. I ran up the stairs to my room and locked myself in. I can't possibly kill a creature like this, it's completely too scary. I was about to turn away when the demon punched a hole through my door and howled again.

I have one option of survival; to jump out the window. And that option was really risky because a.) I might break a bone or two, b.) It could be the death of me, and c.) The demon might also jump out anyways.

A moment of silence followed and the only thing I could hear was my heart, beating violently. It was taking too long. My senses started dying and I'm starting to feel numb all over. That's it, fear has officially taken over my body. The demon howled again, bringing the silence to an end. My legs started shaking and my breathing has ventilated. This is bad. I might get pneumonia.

The door suddenly exploded open, sending wooden pieces flying everywhere. The demon was there, it's jaws hanging wide open. I readied myself, touched the window sill and tightened my grip on the knife.

The demon, who was standing out of my bedroom door, was suddenly tackled by someone. My adrenaline rushed and I ran as fast as I can from outside my room to the living room. I heard the demon howl once more. I don't know why, but I started hauling the things I might need once I reached the living room. But then I remembered the box. The unopened box that needed a shaped key. It was upstairs, in my bedroom. I almost set off when I realized that there weren't any single sound but my footsteps. Weird, I thought. I tiptoed to the kitchen. Who was that person who tackled the demon? It's either the demon was killed or the person who tackled the demon was killed. I'd rather have the demon killed.

There were hurried sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs and I quickly hid in the pantry, where the space was small and hidden. I perked up as I heard the footsteps very near. It wasn't the demon, it can't be the demon. But even so, this person, who killed the demon, might want to kill me too.

"Kate?" said a modulated voice near me. A guy. I closed my eyes and bent down, ready to charge if I have to.

"Kate?" said the voice again, nearer and louder this time. I saw his silhouette and I immediately charged. He was on his back, looking around. When I charged, I wanted to plunge the knife in the back of his neck. I did, but only the tip of the knife. He screamed and threw the knife away. He turned to me, holding the open wound on the back of his neck.

"What the hell, Kate? I saved you!" he said, frowning at me. I don't know him. He knows my name.

"Who are you?" I asked. He turned back around and shook his head. He started walking towards the front door.

"Hey!" I called.

"What?" he said softly, still touching his wound as he looked at me.

"You are?"

"Jacob." he said and turned away again.

"You'll leave like nothing happened?"

"I saved you from a demon and then you'd just stab me."

"How would I even know? Look, I have no idea about that demon or who you are. I don't know the reason why a stranger would save me amidst the day. I don't know how you found my house or how you even knew about that demon in my house." I said. I felt like crying.