Page 7 of One Night

Chapter three

Willow

“What the fuck! Who turned off the lights?” I say, reaching for the counter so I have some type of idea where I am in this dark ass room.

This better not be a prank by myfuckwad of a stepbrother.

Between that stupid text and now this, I’m already on high alert.

I feel the edge of the counter and move closer as I hear something and stop to listen.

After a few silent moments, I finally start moving again, in search of the window.

Reaching the window, I open it and look out towards the neighbors, seeing that their lights are on.

So this is some type of game.

I hear a thud coming from upstairs, and I almost book it, but then I think back to the text. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I open up the messages and send a text.

If this is you, I’m not buying it.

Mace:

What are you on about now

Break it down for me, Wills

Yeah, right, asshole!

I know it was you who turned off the lights

Mace:

What fucking lights, Wills

So you’re telling me that you aren’t home

Mace:

No, why would I be?

Wait, what? Is he serious, or is this a game?

Stop playing, if it's not you, then it's your guard dog

Call him off, now!

Mace:

Kash is with me

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Is this a joke? They really are together.

So then, who is here? Fuck this. I turn to make a run for it when I hear the sound of tapping against the window.

I have to think quickly, so I duck down and follow along the counter until I can see the moonlight coming in through the window.

I stay down as I move closer so I can look out and see if I can see anything.

Slowly lifting up to peer out, I see a dark, masked figure standing outside underneath the pear tree in the backyard.

All the hair on my body rises as I realize he is staring right back at me.

I quickly duck back down, wrapping my arms around my legs and begin to rock, as I try to think of what to do next.

Everything in me tells me to move, to run, but I’m just frozen.

I don’t understand what is happening right now.

Who the fuck is this? Pulling out my phone, I text the guys.

They wouldn’t let me be murdered, would they?

Guys?

I’m not playing

Someone is outside in a mask

Help!!!

Kash:

Uh, Wills

It’s almost Halloween

You sure you're not imagining things?

NO ASSHOLE

I’M NOT

Mace:

Yeah, Wills

Are you sure?

FUCK YOU BOTH!

Fuck them both; they clearly don’t care if I’m killed or not. I scroll again, searching for Calli’s thread. She won’t let me die. She’ll know just what to do, or at least send help.

Calli!

Someone is trying to kill me

Help!

911!

Are you there?

I love you, Calli!

Shit. She’s not responding to nor opening my messages. What the fuck is happening tonight? I slowly lean back up to peer out the window and notice the man is gone.

Am I dreaming? Could I be imagining all this?

No, I definitely saw someone out there. Standing up, I turn to walk down the hallway towards the front of the house when I hear a knock on the door.

Oh, hell no. I’m not answering that shit.

Then I hear another knock, stronger this time.

I quietly creep down the hall and up to the door, peaking out the peephole. Nobody’s out there.

Just as I go to turn around, the lights all pop back on, lighting the house back up.

Finally, now I can start to feel a little more at ease.

Just as I make it back into the living room, the alarm beeps, alerting me that the front door is open.

I instantly shoot over to the hallway and look down. The fucking door is in fact wide open.

I go to make a run for it when a masked man appears in the doorway, tilting his head.

I immediately stop, stuck in place for a moment before I book it for the stairs.

Just as I make it halfway up,I am shoved forward.

Sticking my hands out to brace myself before I collide, I miscalculate and fall on my wrist as I hear a snapping sound, resulting in intense pain.

“Fuck.” This shit hurts.

Getting up from the stairs, I hold my wrist close as I continue to make it towards my room.

Reaching my room, I rush in, closing the door behind me.

I look down at my hand, seeing it swollen and red.

I think it’s fucking broken, and I’m instantly pissed off.

What type of fucking psycho shoves someone on the damn stairs?

I search for my phone, realizing that I don’t have it and that it must have fallen on the stairs.

“Just great. Now what am I supposed to do?” I sigh.

Standing here, I start to play out a few scenarios.

I could try and sneak back out and get my cell, but what if he gets me?

I could try and climb out my window, but I’m not going to be able to use my wrist, so I could fall.

The only option I really have left is to try and hide until someone comes home.

I turn around, looking for a place I can hide.

I see the joint bathroom door and rush over to lock it, making sure whoever this is doesn’t use it to come in here.

Turning back around, I see my only options are under the bed or the closet, and neither is really a safe option.

Fuck it, I risk it and head over towards my window.

Just as I try to open it, the lights go back off, putting me right back in the dark.

It’s a good thing I’m in my room because I know how to navigate it in the dark.

I hear my door handle jiggle, causing me to immediately panic.

I slowly make my way over to my closet, carefully pulling open the door and slipping inside.

After a few minutes of standing here, I notice it is completely silent.

Okay, now all I have to do is stay here and hide out.

I feel a light breeze on the back of my neck, as a low chuckle sounds behind me.

“Are you scared, Willow?”

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