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Creepypasta X Reader One-Shots	By : RoverRose Category: A through F > CreepyPasta (written origin) > CreepyPasta (written origin) Views: 11786 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
(F/N) = Friend's name.
(M/N) = Movie name.

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“Well, I see it’s almost time. Sadly, I didn’t get to discuss all the material, but if you research page 157 to 179 from this book-“ The young man pointed towards a picture of the book on his PowerPoint presentation. “Then you would be fine. Thanks everyone.”
You slowly closed the head of your laptop, gathering the other books before placing them inside your bag. You saw students getting up, ready to leave the lecture room and have lunch with their friends. That reminded you… You had to meet up with (F/N).
You stored your laptop inside your bag as well, before you gathered your coat and stood up. You walked outside of the room, into the with students filled corridor. It was a busy day for you, especially since you had some important exams coming up.
You suddenly felt a vibration in your pocket and you immediately knew what it was. You quickly reached out for the device, cursing as something so simple suddenly turned out to be so difficult. When you finally got a hold of the phone you looked at the screen.
“James Turnot”
You picked up, walking over to a more secluded hallway in order to drown out the many voices of the other students.
“Hello, this is (Y/N).” You heard a small sigh on the other end of the line and you knew what was about to come.
James Turnot is one of the wealthiest men in your city. He had a good job, a beautiful house, a smart and hardworking wife and a cute son. You were the lucky college student who was allowed to baby sit the young boy, getting rewarded royally for it.
Thanks to your parents knowing the family.
Because of this job you didn’t have to take another part-time job to pay for your college, so you tried your best keeping them satisfied. Which wasn’t hard, they weren’t mean people and their son, Tommy, was a really good kid.
Yet, there was a small downside to this job. Because James and Heather Turnot both were the top dogs of a rather wealthy company, they could be asked to come to the office any minute during the day. Thus, not wanting Tommy to be all by himself, calling you with the urgent notice if you could look after him.
You never told them off, simply because you needed the money and didn’t want to let them down. Even if you had made plans before it, which sometimes sucked deeply.
“Ah, (Y/N) I’m glad you picked up.” Hearing his rushed voice and ragged breaths you knew there was a situation at the office again, and that you’d probably had to spend your evening helping them.
“Let me guess, you need me for this afternoon and evening?” You smiled, even though you knew he couldn’t see it. You had worked with these people for a long time now, you knew they could take a small joke.
“Yes, that would be great please. Can you be here at 4:00 p.m.?” You quickly took a glance at your watch, seeing that it was 12 o’clock right now. You placed your bag onto the ground, kneeling beside it and telling James to give you a second before you grabbed your agenda.
Your face turned to a scowl when you saw your timetable.
“I’m sorry James, but I have important lectures until 6 o’clock. You know, regarding the exams and stuff.” You heard only silence at the other end of the line, knowing that he was thinking of a solution. Normally, missing a few lectures wouldn’t be a problem, you would ask classmates for the notes they had taken.
But right now, with the exams coming up, you couldn’t afford to miss important information. It could be the one question that keeps you from failing.
“Well, I can see if Tommy can play and eat at a classmate’s house? I’m pretty sure that can be arranged.” You slowly placed your agenda back into your back, humming in response.
“Good, then I can be at your house around 6:30 and pick up Tommy?” You heard some shuffling on the other side. He had little time left, you guessed.
“Yeah! Great! Thanks (Y/N), you’re a life safer. Just take our car, you know where the keys are. If you need to eat just take anything you want. Pretty sure we have some pizzas left in the freezer.” You snickered a little. It was always pizza and you wondered whether these people even ate healthy for one day.
“No problem, James. Don’t worry about it.” Saying a quick goodbye, you hung up your phone, zipping your bag close again and stood up. You saw that you had missed a call from (F/N). She was probably wondering where the hell you were.
You texted her, saying you would be coming to the cafeteria right now before you placed your phone in your pocket. You then swung your bag over your shoulder as you walked towards the cafeteria.

~~

“There you are (Y/N), I was wondering whether I had forgotten to ask you.” (F/N) spoke as you walked closer to her. She moved over a little, so you could sit down too. Exhausted you threw your bag onto the ground, plopping into the chair with a loud sigh and staring at nothing in particular.
“Sorry, got a phone call.” You replied, blowing a few hairs out of your face.
“Let me guess… The Turnots?” (F/N) took a small bite from her lunch, wiping some crumbs away from the table.
“Yeah, you guessed right. I have to take care of Tommy tonight.” You suddenly heard a bang right next to you and you turned your head towards the sound. (F/N) had slammed her fist onto the table, gazing in your eyes with a renewed fury.
“We were going to do something tonight! Did you forget?” Shit, she was right. You had made plans with her, but totally forgot about it. Sometimes you could be so stupid, but you blamed it on the stress of the exams.
“Oh damn… Look I’m sorry (F/N), I’ll make it up to you. We’re going shopping tomorrow, I’ll buy you dinner.” The frown on (F/N) face disappeared as she leaned back into her chair with satisfaction. She was still sulking a little bit, but agreed with you nonetheless.
“Just one more thing.” You said carefully, eyeing the reaction of your friend closely.
“Can you give me a ride to their home?”

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With a loud sigh, you had closed the door behind you, Tommy running past you as he bolted through the door. You placed your bag onto the ground, throwing the keys on the table and taking off your jacket.
A small smile crept onto your lips as you heard the faint sound of the television. You had promised Tommy he would be allowed to watch some before going to bed, he had been exhausted when you picked him up.
“Are you thirsty, Tommy?” You yelled from the hallway, hearing some mumbling as an answer. You kicked off your shoes in the meanwhile.
“I take that as a no.” You muttered, placing your shoes neatly on the ground and walking over to the basement door. You opened it, clipping on the light with the thin rope hanging next to you, the room suddenly being illuminated with light.
You never really liked this basement for some reason. It was always cold, dark and full of weird insects. When walking around you could always feel a small draft, as if a window was open. But they didn’t even have windows in the basement.
One time you had spent almost an hour searching the cause of the draft, shoving aside some boxes and old junk, but could never find it. When asking the Turnots they merely said that they had never felt it and that it wasn’t possible.
You were sure there was a hole somewhere in the wall where rats and other disgusting creatures were crawling through. Just the thought of that made you shiver.
Walking down the small wooden stairs your eyes locked onto the freezer. It was the only thing they used in this whole basement, the rest being old and broken junk. They really needed to clean up a bit, throw out what wasn’t needed but you knew they had no time for that.
Slowly opening the freezer and letting yourself being greeted by the cold coming from it, your eyes searched around. James said ‘some’ pizzas lying around, but it seemed like as if they could feed a whole orphan home with all these pizzas.
Picking one to your taste you quickly closed the lid again, ready to turn around when you suddenly felt two arms wrapping themselves around your waist.
With a loud scream and the pizza swinging around you turned, only to face Tommy standing there with a wide grin on his face.
“Tommy! That is NOT funny! I could have hit you with the pizza!” You yelled, your heartbeat was felt in your throat and your shock being replaced by anger. He, on the other hand, was laughing loudly, pointing at your face and saying:
“Your face was so funny!” Grumbling under your breath you gave him a soft smack on the head with your pizza, pushing him up the stairs of the basement.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that.”

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You couldn’t help but to suppress a small giggle, looking at the TV screen while shaking your head. You were watching the most logical horror movie ever… Not.
The girl was being dragged by a man through a CITY of people. The only thing she had to do was scream and all those people would be alerted. He didn’t even have a weapon…
Rolling your eyes, you looked at the clock. It was 11 p.m. and the Turnots were still not home. You figured that there was a big crisis, though they were usually late. Owning a company sure comes with a lot of responsibility.
In your eyes, nothing could be harder than college.
Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud ringing, which made you jump up a little. Your eyes shifted to your phone, almost automatically… But it wasn’t the device which was ringing. The sound seemed to come from the kitchen and you turned your heads towards it.
What in the world is that?
Is it the landline?
You had never experienced anyone calling on the landline in this house before and you figured that, nowadays with cellphones and all, it didn’t happen that much. Hearing the phone still ringing made you stand up and run over to the kitchen.
When you arrived, the sound had stopped and you glanced around to find the now silent phone. It stood on a small side table, almost completely secluded from view.
When you were about to get near to it, the phone rang again. The shrill sound shocked you twice now and you immediately sped towards the device. You had no idea who it could be and who in the world would call this late to the Turnots.
However, it could be the Turnots themselves, apologizing for being late and telling you what time they would be home. Yet, they had never called on the landline then. It had always been your normal cellphone…
Maybe they were calling from the office phones, not remembering your number and dialing the house’s? Or maybe they were on their way home and the office was calling for them to come back, hoping they had already arrived here?
Whatever it was, you had to pick up before it would stop again. Reaching out your hand to the device you pressed the ‘accept’ button, glancing at the cupboard while saying:
“Hello, the Turnout residence speaking.” You heard a small pause on the other end of the line, but there was clearly someone since you heard rustling.
“Who’s this?” A male’s voice spoke, yet there was something off about it. The voice seemed to be a little muffled… As if he was talking away from the phone… Or it could have to do with the connection.
“Uhm… I babysit Tommy, the Turnots are not here.” You decided that it would be best to just be completely honest with this guy. It might be someone from the company who was alarmed to hear someone else on the line, the Turnots are rather famous and you had no doubt that they had made enemies.
“You are? How nice.” Somehow the way he spoke those words gave you a slight shiver. You knew he was pretending, the ‘nice’ was pronounced with such disgust that you wondered who this person might be.
Probably some angry client or competitor.
Lost for words you opened your mouth to say something, not wanting to talk more than you had to:
“Can I… I mean should I leave them a message?” You really hoped he’d say no or give you a really easy message. Anything regarding the company was bound to sound difficult and you didn’t really have time to search for pen and paper.
“… No. That’s not necessary, just tell them nice and easy that Masky called, it’s a little… Joke between us. I sure hope you do not forget.” You frowned a little at the name he gave you, but frowned even more at the dangerous and almost angry tone when telling you not to forget.
Oh, you were damn sure you wouldn’t forget this guy.
“Eh… Okay. I’ll be sure to tell them.” You fiddled a little with a small brochure lying in front of you, feeling the telephone getting sweaty from being clenched so tightly.
“You are such a sweetheart.” You had never heard a word being spat with such sarcasm that it deserved a prize. He sure was a little ray of sunshine brightening up this whole conversation.
“Bye then.” You just wanted to end this talk and ask the Turnots about this guy, wondering what he wanted to talk about. You had no idea what they could do to piss him off that much, but guessed it had to do with the company.
It always had to do with the company.
You heard nothing on the other end of the line so decided that the conversation had ended.
You couldn’t be happier when you had pressed the ‘disconnect’ button, placing the phone back into its holster. What in the world was that guy’s problem? He sounded as if he was in his period… Forever. You didn’t even want to imagine working for or with this person, probably making your life a living hell.
Shaking your head, you tried to ignore the man and just wait for the Turnots to get home. You really wanted to go now and sleep, since you had a whole day of school tomorrow. Dragging yourself out of the kitchen and onto the couch you sulked.
The bad horror movie had finished, with the girl being freed and the killer being shot. Of course, it would end well, otherwise the movie might actually have a chance of being ‘good’. Groaning you glanced at the clock again…
It was now a quarter past 11 and still no sign of the Turnots. Getting ready to go and grab a snack you froze in place. A car was heard outside of the house and before you knew it you heard the doors slamming shut. By the voices loudly discussing things, you knew it were the Turnots.
Standing up and quickly placing the pillows of the couch straight you watched the hallway, hearing the key being inserted into the lock and the front door opening.
“Hi…” You heard the voice of James, followed by another saying:
“Hey, (Y/N).” You put on your best smile and walked over to the corridor to greet them. When you saw them both standing at the front door you noticed how grim they looked, how exhausted they looked.
“Welcome back…” You said as your kept gazing at them, they really looked like they could use a holiday. You wondered for a mere second whether you should tell them about the phone call, but soon made up your mind when you remembered what consequences not saying it could have.
“Had a good evening, (Y/N)?” Heather spoke, taking off her jacket and placing it on the coat rack. You cleared your throat before answering:
“Yeah… It was good… Uhm… I also have a message for you.” Both the Turnots looked at you now and you knew that it had come out a little strange, as if you would tell them you would be resigning.
“Ah, sorry not like that. Someone called an-“ It was James who interrupted you:
“Called?” Heather shushed him, pointing to the ceiling and indicating that Tommy was sleeping.
“Eh yeah, called. On the landline… He was named Masky or something like that...” You immediately noticed how both Turnots seemed to turn paler than they already were. Their eyes looked at you in shock and you could clearly feel that there was something wrong.
Who was this guy?
“Are… You okay?” You softly asked them, glancing at their faces with worry. It was James who shook himself out of the trance they seemed to be in, muttering something under his breath before saying:
“Yeah… This man is from another… Company. He doesn’t really like us.” Ah, so your thoughts were correct. This was indeed another competitor, probably trying to get them out of business… At 11 o’clock in the evening…
He really did not like them.
“Oh, I see… He didn’t say anything else. Wasn’t in a good mood either.” Heather still looked at you completely shocked, as if you had just told her that you had ran over Tommy twice with your car. James quickly spoke, trying to distract you from the state in which his wife was in.
“He never is… Do you want something to drink?” You quickly grabbed your phone and looked at the time. It was now 25 minutes past 11 and you really had to go home. You opened one of your texts, asking the person to come and pick you up.
“No thanks, I have a long day tomorrow… Just call when you need me.” You spoke rather softly, suppressing a yawn. Waving slightly at both of them, you grabbed your coat and put it on.
“Sure. Thanks again, you really helped us out there.” Giving a slight smile, you opened the door, nodding at them before closing it right behind you. The chilly winter air seemed to engulf you and you wrapped your arms around your body to keep warm.
You couldn’t wait to get home and lay in your warm bed.

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“Stupid, fucking exams- little pieces of shit ass…” You mumbled under your breath, hand clamped in your hair as you scribbled down some notes. You were residing in the library, completely focused on learning for the exams.
You had promised (F/N) that you would go shopping with her, but she didn’t have to know that your last lecture was around 1 p.m. giving you time to study before meeting her. Glancing at the clock you saw that it was already 3 p.m. and you groaned even louder.
You had a feeling that you hadn’t even read one page, constantly being distracted and then stressing over the fact that the exams were coming closer and closer. You tried to pay attention to what the book was saying, scribbling down some more notes when you heard a faint noise.
You listened quietly, before noticing that it was your phone. You reached with your hand into your bag and grabbed it, immediately answering the call without looking.
“Hi, this is (Y/N).” You heard loud shuffling on the other end of the line before someone cleared his throat.
Oh, you knew.
“Hello (Y/N), sorry for calling you again but this is very important. I need you this afternoon, to watch over Tommy.” You heard the distressed voice of James Turnot and gave a silent sigh, you could’ve expected him to ask you.
However, you couldn’t say no to (F/N) again, she would definitely skin you alive. You had canceled your plans several times this month and when you would continue this road you probably wouldn’t have any friends left after the end of the exams.
“I’m really sorry James but I have plans this afternoon.” Feeling the guilt slowly creeping up your spine you began to think. You knew that they really needed you and it felt rather hard to say no so quickly. You did have plans this afternoon but…
“You say the afternoon? This evening as well?” You noticed how fearful he sounded, how stressed out he sounded. Well, you didn’t exactly have plans this evening, since you could cut your time with (F/N) a little shorter…
“Uh… I can be at your house around 7:30?” You almost wanted to smack yourself for giving in again, but then thought of the greater good. These people needed your help and the extra coin gained with it didn’t disappoint either.
“Oh that would be lovely! Tommy can eat at a classmate again… Though I do have to ask you a somewhat weird question.” You now placed your pencil onto the table, frowning even though you knew he couldn’t see it through the phone.
“Yes, okay… What is it?”
“The possibility is high that Heather and I will have to pull an all nighter… Meaning we’ll probably be home in the morning… Is it possible that you sleep at our house? We have a guest room prepared and we can’t leave Tommy alone at night.”
You scratched your head when hearing this proposal. Tomorrow was a Saturday so it would be a possibility… Even though you could find better ways to spend your Friday night.
“We’ll pay you double.” He quickly added. Now this was more like it, you could practically smell the money. Even though you’d waste another evening, the pay is what made up your mind. You would make sure to give (F/N) the fanciest dinner of her life.
“Ok, I’ll do it. Just text me where I can pick up Tommy.” A loud sigh of relief was heard on the other end of the line.
“Thank you so much, I will… Oh and (Y/N)… Just to make sure, put the alarm on in the night.” You raised your eyebrow slightly, but agreed nonetheless. They were probably very scared that they wouldn’t be home with Tommy.
You would if it was your child.
“Bye now!” And with that you ended the call, placing the phone onto the table and staring around for a while before getting back to where you were.
If you remembered.

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“Really? Again? Those people don’t know how to quit… I doubt it is good for their son.” (F/N) rambled on as she was walking next to you. Even though you did agree with her, you merely stared in front of you, still stressing about the exams.
Your friend obviously noticed your lack of response and jumped in front of you. Just by a mere look at your face she knew what was going on and gave a soft laugh.
“Lighten up (Y/N), you’ll do fine! You need to get your attention off of those exams. Let’s get some ice cream… Where are we having dinner exactly?” At this you began to smile, completely forgetting the stress of the exams as you began to walk faster.
“Actually (F/N), I have another idea, come with me.” You grabbed the girl by her pulse and dragged her along with you, past the ice cream stand and other stores. You didn’t let go of her until you got to a small, but delicate shop.
“Huh, what’s this?” She asked, gawking at the place with interest and slight suspicion.
“Well, you see I thought you might need a fancy dress… Since we’re eating at L’ongle des pieds.” You couldn’t suppress the satisfied grin when you saw (F/N)’s eyes lighten up with excitement, looking at you as if you were making a joke.
“No, you are kidding?!” Shaking your head, you continued to grin, pointing your hand towards the store.
“After you madam…”

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Once you had arrived at the Turnots you gave a slight wave at your friend, watching her drive away on the lonely, small road with a huge grin. Oh boy, how you two had fun this evening. You grabbed your keys from out of your purse, opening the marble white door completely.
The alarm rung loudly and staggering on your heels you neared the device. Quickly pressing in the code, you had disarmed it, the loud ringing subdued and left the house in an eerie silence once again.
You wondered whether you had time to change yourself into more comfortable clothes but one glance at your phone told you that it was 7:34 p.m. You really needed to pick up Tommy from his classmate’s house before he would fall asleep there.
Glancing at the small cabinet at the end of the hallway you sighed. Guess there was no other option than drive over there in these ‘fancy’ clothes, was there? You walked over to the cabinet, opened it and grabbed the car keys. Then you did a quick round through the house, clipping on all the lights since it was already dark outside. You hated coming back here with no lights on.
As soon as you wanted to put on the alarm a soft and short noise in your purse made you stop. Your hand reached inside of the small bag and found the thing which had made that noise. Unlocking your cellphone, you saw that you had a text…
From an unknown number:
“You look lovely tonight.” You raised your eyebrow at this message. You didn’t recognize the number but soon guessed that it was probably someone who was trying to play a prank on you… And you had a small hunch as to who it was.
(F/N) sometimes could be so weird.
Or… It was that handsome waiter at the restaurant… Though you never gave him your number… Maybe (F/N) gave him yours when you were in the bathroom? She knew damn well you fancied him a little, he was the topic of your discussions almost all night.
Shrugging it off you placed the phone back into your purse. You would react to it later on, now you really had to get Tommy. Resuming with putting on the alarm you entered the code, the alarm now giving a loud beep as you quickly ran out of the door.
You inserted the key and locked it, securing them safely inside your bag. Then, you walked over to the car, being parked just outside of the gigantic house. You quickly stepped inside, placing your bag onto the passenger seat as you started the vehicle.
You drove off rather slow. You never liked this abandoned road in the dark, since it was so hard to see when a turn was coming. Why they had to live so secluded, you didn’t know, but you guessed that it had to do with peace and quiet.
That and the fact that there was not much space in the city for big houses like these. Well, at least they could afford it… Yet the words of (F/N) rung through your mind. All this working and being away… It couldn’t be good for Tommy, right?
You loved him and you enjoyed spending time with the little kid, but right now it looked more like you were raising him than the Turnots themselves. They have such a big house but no time to invite Tommy’s friends for a play-date.
You had always wondered why they didn’t hire a nanny. They certainly had the money for it and since they were both so busy, they’ll probably have a lot of use for it too. Who was cleaning and cooking now anyway?
You realized that you were now driving in the city again, the bright lights illuminating the lonely road, giving you a slight sense of safety. You hadn’t noticed how quickly time flew by and how long you had been driving.
You stopped for a traffic light, cursing since there was no one on the road who you should stop for. A beep was heard inside your purse, the same you had heard before. You had gotten a text message but there was no way you could check it right now.
Didn’t need to though, you were almost at your destination.
Pulling over next to the comfy looking house you turned off the engine. You quickly stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut and glancing around to see which house was number 10. The one on your left it seemed.
The freezing cold had slapped you hard across the face and the thought of being inside on the couch with a warm cup of hot chocolate made you positively giggly. You skipped the last step of the small stairway towards the front door, ringing the bell and putting on your best smile. A middle-aged woman opened the door and once she saw you her smile brightened.
“Oh, you are here to pick up Tommy, right? I’m Janet, nice to meet you.” Janet reached out her pale hand for you to shake and you politely obliged.
“Yeah, sorry if I’m a little late.” Janet now looked you up and down, noticing your clothes for the first time as she gave a small, teenage like giggle.
“I feel sorry for you that the Turnots had to interrupt your date tonight. Oh, come on in! It must be freezing outside.” She stepped away from the door and gestured you to walk inside. You thanked her happily for it, feeling the warmth of the house engulf you.
“Ron, Tommy! Come downstairs, it’s time to go!” As if on cue two little buys came running down the stairs, almost tripping over several steps before coming to a halt in front of you. Tommy was grinning wildly and he seemed to have enjoyed himself very much.
“Ready to go home, Tommy?” You asked him and he nodded sheepishly.
“You want something to drink?” Janet asked but you only shook your head.
“Thanks, but we really need to go. Thank you for taking care of him.” Janet gave a reassuring wave at you before walking over to the door, opening it and letting a cold breeze seer through the house. You grabbed Tommy’s coat and gave it to him, making sure he was warm enough to go outside.
“See you soon, Tommy!” Janet said as both of you walked out of the house. The soft slam of the door made you aware that you had left the comfort of the building entirely. Quickly skipping over to the car, you opened the door for Tommy, who climbed in.
Ensuring that his seatbelt was fastened you slammed the door shut, hurrying over to the driver’s seat and starting the engine. The blast of the heater had hit your face and for once you were glad that the Turnots had such a fancy and comfortable car.
You fastened your seatbelt, taking a quick glance in your back mirror to look at Tommy. He was waving at his friend who was standing safely inside the house, in front of the window and waving back. You smiled but then remembered your phone.
You quickly grabbed your purse, taking out the small device and unlocking it. You had yet another message from that unknown number, but this time it said:
“Where are you going?” You frowned at this message, unconsciously looking outside of the car and into your mirrors. The street was completely deserted, who would be out in this cold anyway?
You began to feel rather uncomfortable, not knowing what that last text message meant. Did this person saw you leaving the Turnot residence? No, that couldn’t be… It was completely secluded there, no one is foolish enough to drive that road without a reason…
Maybe it really was your friend trying to play a prank on you. She knew you were going to pick up Tommy soon and besides… The text was delivered a few minutes after you had gone. That had to be it, she was playing a prank on you.
Or at least you hoped…
You decided to do something bold and type back, either playing along with (F/N)’s game or settling a mere misunderstanding:
“Who is this?” You pressed send and then locked your phone. You would think of that when you got to the Turnot’s home. Checking your mirrors once more you drove off, Tommy being silent at the backseat of the car.
You didn’t want to think about the message, but your sloppy driving reminded you that your thoughts were not on the road. Trying to concentrate you began reciting the things you saw aloud in your head, hoping that a constant reminder of: ‘traffic lights’, ‘trees’, ‘rocks’ would do the trick.
A quick glance in the back mirror told you that Tommy had fallen asleep. Great, now you had to wake him, help him brush his teeth and put on his pajamas all while he was in a state of half sleep – half awake.
This was going to be great.

~~

The trip was over faster than you noticed and before you knew you saw the illuminated house of the Turnots coming into view. Giving a loud sigh, you softly spoke to Tommy:
“Tommy… Tommy wake up… We’re home.” You saw how he opened his eyes slightly but shifted his body and then closed them again. You drove onto the driveway, turning off the engine of the car and turning around to face Tommy:
“Tommy, get up.” Your patience was running thin and you saw how Tommy opened his eyes a little more. A vague and drowsy expression was plastered on his face and he gave a loud yawn. You rolled your eyes at him, opening your car door and stepping out of it.
You reached inside the car to grab your purse and then slammed the door shut, walking over to Tommy’s door. When you had opened it, helping him out you spoke:
“Let’s quickly get you dressed and into bed, it’s too cold outside.” Slamming his door shut as well, you raced over to the front door, inserting your keys and unlocking the marble portal. You almost dragged Tommy inside, quickly closing the door to prevent any cold from entering.
Tommy was now shoveling out of the hallway, probably towards the staircase. You threw you bag onto the ground and hurried over to him, helping him up the stairs and into his room. Once there you quickly undressed the boy, grabbing a clean pair of pajamas.
He could dress himself of course, but he was so extremely tired from his 2-minute nap that putting his arm in the right hole took him forever. Eventually you had done it for him, dragging him along to the bathroom where you quickly and halfheartedly brushed his teeth.
Finally, he was done and he now had enough energy left to walk all the way back to his own bedroom while you cursed the fact that the Turnots had such a big home. Tommy threw himself onto the bed, completely uncaring and exhausted. You grabbed his covers, tucking him in nice and comfortable. When you were sure he was warm enough, the window was closed and the nightlight was on you stepped away from him.
Normally he wanted a bedtime story, but since he was so worn out from playing all day he fell asleep almost instantly. With no complaints at all. Gazing lovingly at the small boy you clipped off the big lights, leaving the door open just a tiny bit.
With a loud sigh, you walked down the stairs, kicking off your heels once in the hallway. You hadn’t noticed how much pain your feet were in until those devil shoes were off. It was then you were reminded of the fact that you didn’t bring any spare clothes with you and that you either had to spend the night in this fancy dress or take something from Heather’s closet.
Deciding that the latter suited your style better you climbed back upstairs, entering their master bedroom and walking over to the closet. You would explain it to her later and you were sure she didn’t mind. A quick glance over her belongings told you, however, that it was either one of her lacy nightgowns or a tight skirt and suit.
The lack of sports clothes almost shocked you, even her bedwear was beautiful and fancy. No sweatpants or old T-shirt to be found. You snatched one of her nightgowns off of the rack and examined it.
It looked rather cold and short but the thought of the warm fleece blanket downstairs pulled you over the edge. You couldn’t sleep in your fancy dress anyway if you were going home in it tomorrow as well, that thought just repelled you.
Clumsily unzipping the dress from the back, it slid off, leaving you cold and half naked in the unfamiliar room. Quickly dressing yourself in the nightgown you glanced in the mirror afterwards, seeing that it was a little bit too big, but fitted you pretty well nonetheless.
You picked up your dress, threw it into the guest room and walked back downstairs. You grabbed your purse from the floor, being reminded of those text messages almost instantly.
The relaxed composure had soon been washed away as you reached for your phone. You unlocked it quickly, gazing at the blank screen with a slight surprise. You didn’t get an answer… Yet. Throwing your purse back on the ground again you walked over to the living room.
Gazing around you found the remote control and turned on the tv while plopping onto the coach. While you were zapping for a while you came to the conclusion that there was nothing watchable on. Groaning loudly, you activated the home button of the tv, being relieved to see that the Turnots had Netflix.
You decided to just watch a movie, since nothing else could be done.
“Here goes nothing.”

~~

It was now almost 1:00 a.m. and you were completely engulfed in your second movie of tonight. Your hand unconsciously reached out for the popcorn bag on your lap, but every time you wanted to take a bite you had stopped.
Gazing at the TV with an open mouth, your veins filling themselves with excitement as the popcorn slipped from your hand and back into the bag. You hadn’t heard Tommy all night and your phone was unusually quiet too.
You didn’t mind, you’d rather have the quiet than getting weird text messages.
The third cup of hot chocolate on the table was now cold, the damp no longer seen coming off of it. But you were too consumed too care about it. Sometimes you jumped up out of fright, sometimes you snickered loudly at a bad joke.
Other times you had clutched the pillow on the couch, either crying tears of sadness or your heart beating so fast because of the excitement that it felt as if it would break out of your ribcage. This was one hell of a good movie.
Nothing could ruin this night…
Nothing except a loud, obnoxious noise ringing from the kitchen.
You literally jumped a few feet in the air, the bag of popcorn flying from your lap and spilling the white, puffy substance over the floor. You gave a yelp of frustration as you stood up quickly, trying to avoid the popcorn as you hurried over to the kitchen.
This fucker was about to wake up Tommy, who would call this late anyway?
And why did it always had to be when you were there?
Oh, if it’s that Masky guy then you would tell him politely to fuck off and call the Turnot office instead of their house. Especially in the middle of the fucking night. You could’ve been asleep you know? You could’ve been taking an important shit for all you care!
But let’s not get ahead, it might be the Turnots themselves… Calling from the office… Making sure everything is alright?
You snorted at your own thoughts. The Turnots would text then, not call… But at the same time… Maybe this was important? Maybe they thought you were asleep and they had something important to tell you, thus ringing the house?
Whatever it was, you needed to pick up the phone, just like last time.
Hurrying over to the small table in the corner of the kitchen you picked up the device, speaking a little out of breath as you had to pick up quickly, before it had ended.
“Hello?” You spoke, completely forgetting to mention the Turnot residence.
There was silence on the other end of the line and for a second your heart skipped a beat, afraid that it indeed would be this Masky guy. Instead you heard a somewhat different voice… Or the same one. You couldn’t exactly tell, but he sounded a lot nicer:
“Who is this?” Your eyes shifted towards the clock, almost wanting to burst out in laughter of the nerve this guy had. He was calling at 1:00 a.m. in the night and had the guts to ask you who you were?
“Well, who are you trying to reach?” You politely asked, but couldn’t suppress the venom in your voice. You didn’t care that he didn’t know who you were. Most people would definitely know that the Turnots had a babysitter by now and if he really needed them he could just call their office.
“I don’t know, you tell me.” Snorting at his answer you rolled your eyes, the anger being replaced with amusement as you understood.
“I think you got the wrong number, it happens. Take care.” And with that you disconnected the call. You again rolled your eyes, almost laughing at the stupidity of this guy. Before you could place the phone back, it rang again.
Looking slightly sceptic and worried you stared at the device. Was it him again? The caller-ID only said: unknown. Maybe it was really important…
“Hello, Turnot residence speaking.” This time you answered the phone like you should, hoping that this guy would tell you that he had indeed dialed the wrong number or ask what other number he should call to reach the Turnots.
“Ah, so you were the Turnots. I was afraid I got the wrong number.” It was now your turn to feel incredibly stupid. Of course, you should’ve picked up the normal way! But in your fit of anger and anxiety you had picked up like a little child.
“Oh… Sorry about that. They are not home.” You were turning slightly red and was glad that he couldn’t see you.
“That’s fine, I should’ve said I needed them.” You wanted to slam your head onto the table for telling him off earlier… And he seems so nice too.
“Did I wake you?” A small smile crept onto your face as you leaned over the counter, playing with the flowers on it.
“No, not really. I was watching a movie.” You quickly added the last sentence, as to explain why someone would be up at this hour. As if he was the one who needed an explanation but alas.
“Really? Which movie?” Normally you would find it rather weird that a stranger would try and make a conversation with you at this hour… In a strange house… But you guessed that it was because of the conversation before and that he was trying to ease your feelings of anger a little.
“Uhm, (M/N) I believe.”
“I’ve seen that one, it’s good. You want to know how it ends?” You couldn’t help but to hear the sneakiness in this guy’s voice and you immediately sprung up, hand in front of you as if he could see it.
“No, no, no! Don’t spoil!” A hearty laugh was heard on the other side and you knew you had just fallen for his trap. Somehow his voice had sent shivers down your spine, but you couldn’t figure out if it were good or bad shivers.
You didn’t want it to be bad shivers… But also, didn’t want it to be good shivers. He was probably quite old, considering he must be one of the Turnots’ associates… Even though his voice didn’t sound that old… God, you were not swooning over someone over the phone just because he had a nice voice.
“So, if the Turnots aren’t home, what are you doing there?” You now stood up, glancing at the back door before realizing what James had told you before on the phone. You had never checked the locks and maybe talking to this guy helped you from imagining scary things.
“I babysit Tommy.” You walked over to the door in the kitchen, checking the lock to see whether it was closed… The door was locked.
“All alone? Aren’t you scared in such a big house? Or is your boyfriend there with you?” You snickered a little at his last sentence. How smooth this guy was. You walked over to the living room, towards the door and checking the lock.
Oh, this one was unlocked. You quickly locked it, before answering the guy:
“No, I’m fine. And I don’t have a boyfriend.” You walked through the living room, thinking of other doors in the house which could be unlocked.
“I’m surprised… You have such a lovely voice.” The way he said lovely slightly reminded you of something… But while standing around and thinking you couldn’t exactly point out what. Instead you gathered your courage and smugly replied:
“Oh really? What? You want to ask me out on a date?” You grinned a little at your own reply, walking over to the hallway and then into another corridor.
“Maybe.” You couldn’t help but to get flattered from his reply, even though you knew it meant nothing. His voice was nice but you had no idea who he was and what he wanted. Maybe he was playing a little trick on you.
Your eyes rested on yet another door and you walked over to it.
“You never told me your name.” Checking the lock of the door you saw that it was yet again unlocked and quickly turned the small lever. You stared outside the big window, glancing at the bushes before replying:
“Why do you want to know my name?” You tugged down your nightgown, feeling the cold seep into your bones. You had to check the windows as well, you didn’t want one to be open at night.
“Because I want to know who I’m looking at.” You immediately stopped right in your tracks, your mind doubling over as you had recalled his words… What did he just tell you?! Were you hearing that correctly?
“What did you just say?” Your eyes immediately scanned the outside area again, the blood rushing to your muscles and head as your heart pumped faster with each second.
“Because I want to know who I’m talking to.” You shook your head. That didn’t sound right at all, it wasn’t what he said.
“I-I have to go.” You quickly said, speeding over to the end of the corridor to see if there was another door somewhere… But you eventually walked back into the kitchen.
“Don’t you dare hang up o-“
You didn’t know how quickly you had to disconnect. This wasn’t funny anymore, this was downright cruel. You were shaking a little, contemplating what to do right now… Of course, it could’ve been a joke… But that was nothing to laugh at.
Especially since you were alone in a strange, big house.
Without even having time to think of something else, the phone rang again. You jumped up, staring at the small screen with anticipation and fear. However, this time there stood an caller ID, instead of the unknown of last time.
Swallowing the lump in your throat you prayed that it was James or Heather. This had to be someone else, even if they were playing a prank on you they wouldn’t risk getting caught by a traceable cellphone.
You were shaking slightly, pressing the green button as you slowly put the phone to your head:
“H-Hello?” Your voice was shaking as well as you could only stare through the windows of the kitchen, afraid that suddenly a figure would pop up.
“I told you not to hang up on me.” Your heart sunk in your shoes as you recognized the familiar voice. In a fit of desperation, you quickly got the phone away from your head, ready to press the disconnect button and call the police.
You didn’t care if it was a prank, you were scared and knew that there had to be something this guy could be charged for. It wasn’t funny, not at all. However, before you could hang up his loud voice was heard clearly through the phone, even from that far away:
“Listen to me you little bitch, if you hang up on me again I will rip out your insides and stuff them through your asshole, understood?!” The dark tone of his voice kept you from pressing the button and you were now sure that he was threatening you.
It couldn’t be a lose threat, could it?! What was going on? What could you do? Even though he had no authority over you, even though you were almost a 100% sure you were safe in this house… You didn’t dare to defy him. What if he was indeed telling the truth?
Shakily putting the phone to your head, you heard him talking again:
“Yeah, that’s better.” The sinister tone of his voice didn’t sound like the guy you had spoken to earlier at all and you began to recognize it more and more:
“Is this some kind of joke?” You couldn’t help but to feel tears stinging at the back of your head, your voice still filled with fear as you grabbed the table for support. You had to notify the police somehow and you had to do it quick.
“More of a game, really.” His sinister voice spoke again and you searched around for anything that could be of help, anything that could free you from this insane psycho. Tears were now steaming freely over your face. It was then you remembered… Your cellphone!
“Can you handle that…”
You needed to get to your cellphone. That way you could fool him into thinking you were still talking to him, unable to notify the police… But in the meanwhile, you would be calling 9-1-1, somehow telling them what was going on.
“Sunshine?”
You bolted out of the kitchen, the phone swinging loosely in your hand as you reached the living room. There you almost jumped at your cellphone, grabbing the device and unlocking it. Before you could even press 911 his voice echoed through the room again.
“You can call the police, sweetheart… But they’ll never make it in time. We’re in the middle of nowhere.” You fell on your knees and knew you were doomed… He was right, they would never make it in time. He was somehow watching you, knowing exactly what you were doing… Meaning he was right outside of this house, waiting for you to make a wrong move. This thought scared you even more.
Clutching your cellphone tightly you desperately cried out:
“What do you want?” You sobbed loudly, the tears now streaming over your face harder than before. How could you end up in such a nightmare, how could it be that this insane man was targeting you now?
“I told you. I want to play a little game.” His voice grew angrier, more violent…
Recognizable.
A loud gong was hit inside your head, reminding you who the voice belonged to. You finally recognized the tone, you had heard it before once… Yet you didn’t want to believe it… You couldn’t believe it… You had spoken to this sicko before…

It was Masky.

You now understood the horror-struck faces of Heather and James, it all fell into place. Why they were shocked to hear about him, why they suddenly turned as pale as the moon.

“Oh and sunshine…" He continued, his voice dripping with menace, with amusement... With pure pleasure, he thoroughly enjoyed this. He enjoyed toying with you.

“You forgot to lock the front door.”

Your eyes widened with terror, the phone still pressed tightly against your ear as the shock waved through you. Immediately you shot up, not caring about the popcorn anymore as you raced over to the front door. You had dropped your cellphone, your hand stretched out to turn the lock.
Once the ‘click’ was heard you immediately watched through the window, anxious of who was waiting for you on the other side… Yet you only saw darkness, nothing but shadows of trees and bushes. Breathing heavily, you placed the phone back to your ear.
“Can’t see me now, can you?” You kept glancing outside of the window, both hoping to find and not to find the guy who was putting all this torture on you. You had locked all doors… He couldn’t come in, it was impossible… Suddenly a feeling of nausea overwhelmed you, another icy chill crept over your spine as you recalled an event at the beginning of the night.
When you walked into the house with Tommy…
The alarm was off.
He was already inside the house.
Eyes widening even further you shot away from your place, dropping the phone in the process and running through the corridor in order to get to the stairs. He was here, he knew what you were doing this whole time… Because he was inside the house.
You needed to get Tommy and get the hell away from this place, pronto.
A loud crash in the room before you made you come to an immediate halt, your feet slipping over the wooden floor. Shit, shit, shit! He knows! He knows what you know! You immediately turned the other way, hoping that your footsteps wouldn’t alert him.
The stairway could be reached from the other side as well.
You shot through the corridor again, coming to the hallway and stopping there abruptly once again. At the end of the hallway stood a person. A shock of adrenaline pumped through your veins and you didn’t dare breathe.
The person was standing with his back facing you but before you bolted away you saw the familiar suit and brown hair. Not believing your eyes and carefully taking a closer look, you saw that it was none other than James Turnot. He was looking into the living room completely still, as if dazed by the mess.
Your heart welled up with utter relief, the fear replacing itself with ecstasy and deep gratitude for the man standing in front of you. He was here! It was all going to be okay! However, you knew damn well you weren’t out of danger yet. Even though you were now 2 to 1, he still had the element of surprise.
You couldn’t take any chances.
Quickly walking closer towards James, you desperately yelled out his name:
“James! Thank god you’re here! We hav-“ You immediately stopped speaking and walking as soon as you saw how unusually still he stood, not reacting to your cries and calls. Suddenly you saw him slinging forward and backwards a little, swaying for a few seconds… Until he completely swung onto his back, a big red hole staining his white blouse.
But what caught your eye was the person standing over James.
His face was covered by a mask, a white one. Two black gaps indicated where his eyes should be. A black, female mouth was painted onto the mask. He was big, rather sturdy. His yellow jacket was covered in blood and so were his jeans. In his one hand was a bloodied knife… In the other some roll of parchment.
“You know (Y/N), I am really not a patient guy.” He spat as he wiped the remnants of the blood which stained the knife away on his pants, his mask facing you. A slight chill crept up your spine when he recited your name… He knew all along.
“And you…” He continued rather unfazed.
“Have kept me bothered all night.” You took a quick step back, still not believing the scene which was unfolding before your own eyes. James was lying dead, he didn’t move at all… And this guy… It was the guy on the phone… This killer was… Masky.
Without even thinking you ran, you ran as fast as your feet could carry you. Knowing damn well he was behind you, running as well and probably catching up to you too. You ran through the kitchen, eyes locked on the door to the outside world.
You slammed against it, your hand already wrapping itself around the lock and turning it. Before you could open the door though two arms wrapped themselves around your waist, lifting you up and slamming you hard onto the ground. The breath was knocked out of you and you felt nausea coming up. A heavy weight was felt on top of your stomach and breathing became increasingly heavier.
“You see, (Y/N)…” He spat.
“I got what I needed… Now I’m going to get what I wanted. And you know what… I always get what I want.” Your arms immediately went up to his mask, trying to push him away with all the strength you got. It was useless, you looked more like a flailing baby than an actual threat.
“Are you trying to fight me?” He asked in a mocking voice.
“That’s adorable.” He spat out the adorable, followed by a loud laughter. His hand tangled itself in your hair as his masked face came closer. Staring defiantly into his eyes you could see a slight hint of brown behind the empty sockets.
“Answer this question, sunshine… Shall I torture you heavily and short or kindly and long?” You had pressed your lips together, not wanting to answer this sick question. You didn’t want to die, you didn’t want him to torture you at all.
“Well, you little bitch?!” His voice grew angrier, the grip on your hair tightened and you had clenched your eyes shut, not wanting to look at him. Growling with anger he lifted your head before slamming it roughly onto the cold, kitchen tiles.
After a few slams, the whole room was spinning before your eyes and the pain in your head was excruciating. You felt liquid dripping over your head and you knew immediately what it was. You tried to stop shaking, tried not to show him any fear but he caught on extremely well.
“You’re scared? That’s understandable… Shall I answer for you then? Take all the pressure off of you?” He was mocking you yet again, but you didn’t care. As long as you weren’t tortured or killed. As long as you had a chance of escaping.
“Just look how pretty you are.” He had grasped your chin into his hand, moving your head harshly to the side as the back of your head stung like a mad bee.
“Would be a waste not to make use of you, especially since you’re practically begging me.” His hand slid over your chest, finding its way under your nightgown. You kept your mouth shut, not even glaring at him as you tried to think of something. Anything! A solution! A way to notify people!
“Let’s have a little fun here before I finish you off, huh?” In one swift move, he was off of you. Allowing yourself to take a deep breath, you tried to shot up, only to be stopped by his hands. As quickly as he had stood up, so quickly had he turned you over, now facing the floor.
His hand yet again entangled itself into your hair and he slammed your head down hard once again. Feeling the cold tiles colliding roughly with your nose and forehead you coughed loudly, inhaling the scent and the liquid.
You were now lying face down in your own puddle of blood, your head spinning and your stomach turning. You didn’t even have the time to notice what he was doing but the sound of a zipper being loosened got you back into the game.
You tried to shoot up, but slipped over your own blood as soon as your hands had pushed you up. His foot was now pressing meanly on your back and when it stomped onto it you were sure you felt some ribs cracking.
A loud, breathless cough escaped your throat, your whole body, except your back, flailing up.
“There’s more where that came from… Sweetheart.” His foot was removed, giving you another pause to catch your breath. This one didn’t last long…
You could see his shadow towering over you and you could feel his hands on the sides of your body. He quickly lifted up your nightgown, pulling it all the way over to your upper back, not caring for the ripping sounds of the fabric.
Your panty was ripped down without a second thought, all the way down to one of your ankles. You tried to struggle, you tried to crawl away… But he had held you in an iron grip. With his knee you felt him spreading your legs, his hands now painfully pressing onto your shoulders as his whole weight was resting on your body.
A shiver ran over your spine as you felt something hard brush over your ass, slowly moving down until it had reached your entrance. Without a second thought he had forcefully rammed himself inside of you, giving a loud groan of pleasure once he was completely sheated.
Placing his hands just above your shoulders, onto the kitchen tiles you felt him pull out and ram back in. Your front slid over the cold tiles, being stopped as soon as your shoulders hit his pulses, stopping you from moving and allowing his cock to drive itself as deep as possible.
A loud yelp had escaped your mouth, feeling as if he was stretching your walls out of proportion. You weren’t even remotely wet for this guy and it felt as if he had entered with sand-paper coating his dick. Renewed tears were formed in the corner of your eyes and you just hoped he would be done quickly.
He rammed inside of you mercilessly, taking in every yelp, cry and groan you made. You could feel his jacket pressed against your back and before you knew it you heard his voice speaking close to you.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you? Taunting me all night, dressing up like that… You want me to do you.” He sometimes paused in between words, catching his breath and slam harder each time you tried to shake your head.
You didn’t enjoy him inside of you at all.
It felt wrong, what he doing was wrong. You didn’t enjoy it, it was hurting like a son of a bitch. With each thrust the tears poured down your cheeks, onto the ground and mixing with the puddle of blood. Your body was rocking back and forth, being stopped constantly by his arms.
Giving him full access into your body.
You felt trapped, utterly, completely trapped. His soft groans and pants filled the room while you had clenched your eyes shut, they tightened with each pound he made. You then saw his shadow, which had been looming over your body, being removed as he pulled out of you.
Before you even had time to react, you felt him puling at your left leg, heaving it into the air, turning your bottom slightly. Your other leg was clenched painfully in between his and his hands clamped themselves around your bottom, gripping the flesh tightly.
It was a sign that he wasn’t done with you yet.
Your eyes widened when he pulled your body back, right against his own while his member was dug deep inside of you yet again. A strangled groan came out, your muscles protesting against the weird position they were being held in.
His body somehow bended slightly over yours, pulling your leg in a painful position. His hand had entangled themselves into your locks, pulling roughly at them with each thrust he made. He began to growl even louder.
You on the other hand had no energy left for crying. You only felt your heart pumping at full speed, your lungs screaming to breathe more and the pain on the back of your head, the pain from him tugging at your hair. The numbing pain at your backside as he continued to bone you right on this bloodied kitchen floor.
His thrusts now became more aggressive… Almost more impatient. His grunts were louder, uneven… As sloppy as his thrusts. Your body roughly slid over the with blood covered tiles, constantly being thrusted forward and pulled backwards.
Gripping your hair even tighter, forcing your body almost in a crescent moon shape you felt him pushing deep inside of you one last times. A loud moan escaped his mouth as he continued to push himself as deep as your body allowed him.
You could almost feel him filling you up to the brim with his poison…
One last sloppy trust told you that he was finished with you, keeping himself sheathed for a few more seconds. You didn’t care, you were completely exhausted. He let go of your hair, your head slamming roughly against the cold tiles.
You just laid there, not even attempting to get away. He was still inside of you, he was still spreading his filthy germs in your body. Biting your lip you stared at the ground, anger and above all shame filling your veins.
Why did it have to be you? Why did you let him enjoy himself with your body? Why didn’t you just run faster? Why didn’t you get out of the house or notify the police when you got those strange messages? A few tears were slowly rolling off your nose, but these were tears of anger.
Giving a loud mewl as he pulled out of you, you gathered the lasts of your strengths.
You tried to push yourself up, ignoring the stinging pain at your backside as you slowly crawled over the floor, half naked. A harsh kick at the side of your body immediately made you fall down, rolling over a few times before you came to halt in the exact same position you started in.
“You didn’t think I would let you get away after what I did to you? You’re such a comedian.” His hand had yet again entangled itself in between your hair, having a firm grip on your head. You felt the anger boiling, the hatred for this guy consuming your mind and in a final act of defiance you spoke:
“You’ll pay for this.” It didn’t came out as strong as you had wanted, but you had said it nonetheless. Hearing him laugh a chilling, insane and venomous laughter his head came close to yours, his mask seemed to have shifted upwards because you could feel his breath clearly on your skin:
“I wouldn’t count on it, sunshine.” And with those words he repeatedly slammed your head and nose against the cold tiles. You felt your head crack open, rivers of blood spilling onto the floor. It either came from the wound or your nose.
He stopped as soon as you didn’t give a sound anymore. You were very much alive, but so dazed and pained that you laid completely still. Blood was seeping into your mouth… Or it was coming from your mouth… Either way you tasted loads of it.
Hearing him shuffling over the floor, giving your body one more kick to provoke a reaction. You didn’t give any, you were seconds away from slipping into complete darkness. The only hope you had was:
Tommy.

~~

“Well-… We… Wellne… Well…”
“Try to say it letter for letter, (Y/N).” You glanced at the woman sitting in front of you. Her blood red lips smiled an honest smile and her eyes stood determined.
“W-e-l-l-n-e-s-s.” You said and she immediately clapped once you had finished with the last letter.
“Very good, (Y/N)!” You smiled at her, closing the book in front of you. It was enough for today, you were rather tired.
“I’m tired.” The woman only smiled, nodding slightly before gathering her stuff. Your mother came racing out of the kitchen, beaming at the woman and thanking her for the help. She handed the woman her coat and as the rose red lips were focused on you she spoke:
“You’ve done good today. Just keep practicing, I’ll see you Friday.” She smiled and then left, hearing the door slam shut made you relax a little more. Your mother walked back into the room, looking at you with slight worry, which you had grown accustomed to.
“I’m fine mom.” Your mother sighed, looking into your eyes with the same expression she had worn the day when you woke up in the hospital. Yes, you had survived what many thought was impossible to survive…
But the police had indeed made it in time.
All thanks to that little, hyperactive kid who grabbed his emergency cellphone and hid in the closet the whole time this sicko was busy taunting you.
You were sure he’d thought of you dead, since the blood loss had been enormous. The smack your head had made several times was not only the cause of the extreme blood loss… But also of your terrible memory and speech impediment.
When you had woken up and wanted to ask the nurse to move the table you suddenly couldn’t find the word for ‘table’ anymore. Whether it was the damage to your brain or the aftermath of the traumatic experience was still widely questioned, but the outcome remained the same.
You were considered extremely lucky… While James Turnot wasn’t as lucky. He didn’t survive the several stab wounds in his chest, he bled to death rather quickly. Thank god for Tommy, Heather was fine, not even aware of her husband’s death until a few hours after you were found.
You had missed his funeral because you had to stay in the hospital.
The perpetrator known as ‘Masky’ has been widely on the news, yet never caught. The cellphone he used was later found near the crime scene… Completely clean of fingerprints and DNA… So was the whole house.
The only trace of DNA he had left was on you, yet the investigation seemed the come to a dead end. He had outsmarted the police before, so you’ve heard.
They weren’t entirely sure what he was doing in the house. They did know that he had shadowed the Turnots for a long time, stalking them and threatening them… Though, when you had told them about that parchment you saw in his hand you were sure the police men exchanged glances with each other.
It was something important but they didn’t want to tell.
Glancing out of the window you sighed deeply. The exams were over, you had missed them all… Of course, considering the circumstances, there was no problem with redoing them. The school even went as far as to tell you that you could give them a sign when you wanted to do them.
You weren’t ready for them yet. This experience has damaged you mentally more than it had damaged you physically. You were growing anxious every time you heard the phone ringing, so far as that you were almost screaming when your mother didn’t pick it up soon enough.
You still jump two feet into the air when you hear that you got a text message and the doors are always locked at the fall of day. The worst part are the nightmares… You keep reenacting the scene of you running around the house, locking every door even though you had locked them before… Or instead of knocking you out onto the tiles, the masked man rammed his knife deep into your back…
But the worst nightmare of all was the one where he found you. Where he knows that you survived and where he comes back to finish what he started. That nightmare… Almost looks real.
You were startled when your mother suddenly put a hot cup of tea on the table, smiling slightly at you and then walking away. You thanked her, grabbing the hot cup while staring at the table.
It all doesn’t matter now… You are alive and somewhat well… Even if the killer is not caught, you still survived him once… Maybe you can even pull that off twice?
Because like you said before:

“He will surely pay for this.”
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