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“Mhmm.” Why did I feel like I had the worst hangover in the world? I’d never gotten drunk enough to feel this terrible. Rolling over proved fatal as I rolled directly off of something soft... on to the hard, unwelcoming ground. Fuck.

Poison...

Ever so slowly my brain pieced together what had happened. I’d eaten some form of poison. That confident smirk the stranger had present upon his face had haunted my dreams. Where was he?

I heard something that could have possibly just been the wind blowing against the house but given the situation I felt it only right to jump and cover my mouth, attempting to keep any noise to a minimum. Though, that was kind of out... seeing as how I did fall off of my bed, causing a crashing noise as I hit the ground.

You’d think the creep would be here already, or would have been waiting... or would have tied me up, or something. I didn’t really want to give him tips or anything but... his ability to capture me was outdone by my ability to now escape.

And escape I would. As soon as I stopped freaking out on the inside.

There was a small clattering noise that nearly made me scream. Stop freaking out! I searched for the bear that had a knife sticking out of it at one point in time but oh no, having an actual weapon would just be too easy. The bear was missing in action. So, without any actual weapon I was stuck quietly looking for something that would work in case it came to some kind of confrontation. There was no way in hell I was going to die at the age of eighteen because some sick fuck decided he was bored.

I remembered the baseball bat I kept in my closet and instantly went to retrieve it. The heavy wood felt good in my hands, and I had the strong urge to bash it in to the creep’s face a million times. How dare he come in to my life, poison me, and just... Just who does that? I felt something that went far beyond simple violation and the feeling was still all around me, and would be until I was far away from him or where he’d once been… because I actually had no idea if he was still around.

I was making my way towards the door when I noticed the card propped up on my nightstand. How had I originally missed that?

’Happy Birthday’ was across the front in giant glittery letters. I set the baseball bat on my bed and hesitantly reached for the card, feeling something sticky upon it immediately. As I withdrew my sticky fingers and stared down at them I realized the sticky substance was red...

The words inside sent a shock of panic through my body, causing my fingers to shake. I watched as the card slipped from my fingers on to the ground.

I didn’t need to look again, as the words were burned in to my mind.

My hands clumsily reached for the baseball bat, nearly knocking it from my bed. Once I had a hold my grip tightened and I realized escaping was no longer an option.

This stranger wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t unorganized. He wasn’t just some bored sick fuck. He was a sick fuck with a plan.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before approaching my closed bedroom door. There were only so many different ways tonight could go.

So far the score wasn’t in my favor.

The words that had been written inside of the card echoed through my mind, pressing me to open my bedroom door.

Kassandra,

Can you find Frank before his body runs out of the blood that so lovingly spills out for you?



The hallway was empty but there was light pouring out of the crack in the bathroom door. My hands tightened around the baseball bat as I realized that the chances of Frank being in there were slim. This man obviously had a lot more experienced at being sick than I did at saving people.

How was I to know if he was just playing me and didn’t actually have Frank? How did he even know about Frank? How did he know my name? There were just too many questions and when it came to Frank’s survival... I wasn’t going to risk being wrong about anything.

I had to at least check the bathroom.

As I got closer it sounded like the sink was on... I could hear the sound of running water. How had I not heard that before? It wasn’t like it just began. It was so crazy how things just completely went unnoticed if you weren’t truly paying attention. If I was going to beat this fucker at his own sick game then I’d have to start paying attention because half-assing anything tonight wasn’t going to get me, nor Frank, very far.

I stepped closer to the bathroom door, cringing as the floorboard creaked. I didn’t move for a while as I awkwardly stood, listening for any changes in the sounds coming from the bathroom. There was definitely running water but... that was it. If someone was in there then they were being extremely quiet.

I gripped the doorknob tightly, wondering just what I’d be facing. I couldn’t think it over for too long though because I knew I’d lose any courage I had so I turned the knob and shoved the door open, quickly re-gripping my baseball bat with both hands.

I was almost a little disappointed to see that there was no one standing within my direct vision. It was scarier to have the creep running around, unseen, than to just have him directly in front of me.

The sound of running water wasn’t coming from the sink though and the curtain was closed on the shower so I continued on, letting my fear build.

I attempted to keep my grip tight around the baseball bat as I held on to it with one hand, reaching the other out for the shower curtain.

Just as I was reaching for the shower curtain I heard the loud bang of the door slamming closed behind me.

The terror that had been slowly building finally crashed down upon me, leaving me incapable of thought, unable to even move.





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(Authors note: Hey, sorry I haven’t updated in forever. I have a few more days off before I’m working out of town again but I hope to get some writing done. This is only half of what was supposed to be this chapter but I got sidetracked and wasn’t able to edit it all so I cut it off here and am just going to add more to the next chapter. Hope someone enjoys it! Thanks for the current feedback. I appreciate it.)