A loud, repeating knock woke me from my peaceful sleep. Bang. Bang. Bang.
I groaned, blinking the dots from my eyes. "Benny? Who is that?" I called. No response.
I shined my phone's flashlight through the adjacent door, which was open, oddly. Normally, I'd see Benny, falling off the bed and tossing in his sleep, but this time there was only ruffled and thrown sheets.
Bang. Bang. Bang. I squinted at the bright display screen. 1:26?! Who is banging on the door at 1:26?!
I forced myself out of bed, vulnerable to the freezing New Jersey night.
"Benny," I blindly groaned. " Where the hell did you go?!" Bang. Bang. Bang.
Strangely, I could now hear a creaking sound, rocking back and forth outside the door. I fidgeted with the lock, struggling to see with my eyes still adjusting to my blindingly bright phone light.
In the center of the hallway hung Benny, blood draining in rivers down his half naked body. His vibrant hazel eyes were now empty red sockets, pools of blood and scarred tissue. A single overhead light blinked repeatedly, flashing light on my best friend's corpse.
"Benny?" I cried, praying this was all a dream.
As I tried to reach out to test reality, I noticed a figure approaching down the hall.
"Help!" I desperately cried, stumbling out of my room. "Please, help me!"
It stepped into the blinking light, the blood on it's face and sinister smile slowly creeping from the shadows. I slammed the door shut, but before it could latch, the door flew open, the edge catching my forehead. I sobbed, clutching my head as three spinning figures stood above me. It stooped over me, mulling over my feeble self.
"Who are you?!" I finally weeped as the thing in the devil mask slowly, silently slid the dagger across my throat.
"I'm the Jersey Devil," I responded in a deep, disguised voice. I watched it tower above me before it left as if nothing happened. I layed in the cold, dark dorm as I stared at my best friend's corpse hanging in the hallway and bled to death.
Sequel to Jacob's neighbor
We jumped ahead 2 years to see.
Two people finally get back together.
The friend group changed.
Jacob no where to be found.
An old friend moved to town.
Blake making a move? On who though?
Whats up with Mark lately?
Then Someone getting in an accident? who? did they survive? Who looses their love?
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Some say the witching hour is 3am, others say 1pm, but how can it be witching hour if I'm not awake.
I woke up at 5:30 am. My eyes held the status: bloodshot. I sat up, and thought to myself. I then got out of bed carefully, so Mario would wake. I put some slippers on and walked out.
I made my way down the hall and turned into the nook where the entrance of the elevators were.
I sat on the ledge of the window and leaned my head against the window. Admiring the view.
"Can I join you?" A voice said.
I responded instantly, by shooting my head off the window and in the direction of the source.
"Sure" I said with a welcomed smirk.
He sat next to me on the ledge.
"What are you doing up?" He asked
"I am pretty sure you know the answer to that from when we dated." I said with a small laugh
"Nightmares?" He said smoothly. Like silk.
I inhaled deeply at the thought of my last horror.
"So, why are you up?" I said turning the subject around.
"Couldn't sleep, so I came out here to watch the sunrise"
He sounded so innocent.
"I'm so sorry for everything I put you through." I said looking down
"It's not your fault. You mentally got an ultimatum. You can't blame anyone for that."
"I just don't know what to say. You've always been the sweet one to me. You treated me right. Thank you for being there for me." I said extending my arms.
All he did was smile and accept the embrace.
"I'll leave you alone to watch the sunrise." I said leaving him to the brightening sky.
__ POV.
I still do and always will...