Have you watched horror movies?
Movies that can send shivers down your spine?
Have you ever seen so much blood in one room?
When coming from a body or two?
Have you ever been paranoid before?
Paranoid of someone following or watching you?
Have you e...
"Hey girl! How are you?" I answer the phone to my best friend, Stacy.
"Not bad, girl... how about you?" she replies but her tone doesn't sound promising.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine!" again, not promising.
"You don't sound it." she sounded out of breath, like she'd been running.
"Uh... yeah... I'm out of breath, Xena."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Some being, furry... something has been chasing me for the past half an hour." she pants heavily.
"Then why aren't you whispering?" I start to panic.
"I think I lost i-" she then started to scream like something had caught her but cut off almost immediately.
"Stacy! Hello?" shit, hung up.
I then go to a tracker app I have. I track most of my friends and family with this in case they need help with anything.
I know for sure I had Stacy tracked on here. She needed me the other day and used the tracker to find her.
Wait what? Shit, it's not on here.
I was currently at home. It's 6pm and pouring rain outside. With it being winter, it was already dark.
Did she tell me anything about where she was going lately?
I had to think on that.
Before I could come up with an answer, the window to my right smashes, dozens and dozens of tiny glass shards exploding and laying out everywhere; on the floor, sofa and more. Even some stabbed into me.
I jumped up immediately at the smashing sound but was too slow to move away.
Now in extreme pain and curiosity, I looked towards the now broken window. And out came a thing in an animal suit. A furry?
It crawled through the broken window. Is it after me?
I back up, my feet getting stabbed by the glass.
My legs give in and I fall onto the glass shards. I scream out in pain and look up to find the thing in front of me.
What does it want?
It grabs my black straight hair and lifts my head up to have a clearer view of my neck.
My tongue was tied. All I could do was scream or groan in pain.
