I was thirsty
[in her story]
She squints her eyes and saw the digital clock that flashed 3: 33am and she got up from bed, but her eyes are still completely closed "mmmngh thirsty" she gulped her saliva and headed downstairs. Without a blink nor opening her eyes, she managed to walk down on the staircase without even turning on the lights, she memorized her own house that she did not even stumble on the furniture along the way to the kitchen, she opened the fridge and squatted to get a drink.
The water overflowed from her mouth as she chugged half of the water in the pitcher in one go that almost made her choke, she released to catch her breath and finally, she opened her eyes. The lights flickered and eventually turned off. "Tsk, the power went off again" she hissed closing the fridge. The expense for renting in this apartment fits well to her budget so she dares not to complain, living in a cheap apartment has its cons anyway.
She shrugged leaving the kitchen, before she could even land her foot to the stair she stopped and realized how will the lights flicker, I didn't even turn them on in the first place. And again, the light turned on she could tell it had just turned on because it was the only light on in the small apartment. Her eyes formed a perfect o and quickly turned her head to look back at the kitchen but by the time she turned her head, it turned off again.
The apartment is old and rundown there is no way in hell a person would think to rob this place so she set aside the thought of a burglar or trespasser in her place since she would know from the loud creak the door makes whenever it opens if someone tried to get in and the windows are not even open nor smashed.
The sound of crickets outside filled the night and the eerie silence covered the apartment that made her legs tremble. She thinks rationally, "Maybe I just forgot to turn off the light before I sleep that made it flicker when the electricity starts to act up again?" she tilts her head in confusion yet she held to that thought anyway, to toughen her heart out.
She thought rationally but she could not deny that she is shaking in fear, it is so obvious when she grabbed the handrail of the staircase. She thought of running and hide under the covers, but it would be dangerous for her to run in the staircase with no lights, she might slip or get injured before 'someone' could even harm her.
She had to get her way up, where she feels safe but every step she took, it's as if she is back from the beginning of the stair. 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴?
She counted from the first step of the stairs "One, two, three, four, five, six" her head followed the stairs and continued counting "seven, eight, nine, ten.." she squints her eyes trying to adjust her vision to the pitch-black place.
"Eleven. Twelve" A gravelly rough voice whispered behind her ears.
The lights turned on again, a skinny humanoid shadow formed on the stairwell where she was looking and at this point, she did not even care about the danger when she ran up, but she simply wants to hide under the blanket. Her loud panicked footsteps echoed in the stairwell
There are twelve steps in the staircase, but she already took more than fifteen steps, yet she is still in the middle. She started to sweat from never-ending steps, she noticed she was not being chased so she came to stop and lowered her body touching both her knees in act of catching her breath. Her fear turned to frustration and exhaustion.
"Ah to hell with this!!" she stormed off from the stairs and just like that, only a few steps took her to leave the stairs.
However, the chilling shift of temperature filled the kitchen. Something is definitely different, it is oddly unusual this icy cold area is different from when she was in the stairs, the only source of coldness she could think of is either from the fridge or window. But neither was open.
The light turned on in the speed of lightning and off. A shadow about 7ft slipped through from one of the cabinets in the kitchen before the lights turned off. She stood in the darkness before she could even process what was before her eyes, the lights blinked and every time the lights gives a vague idea of the room, each second the shadow drew closer to her, she saw the details of its face.
And there was none but sharp gleaming teeth and grinning at her. This thing drew closer and closer, and closer.
She gasped for air.
She woke up drenched with sweat her clothes and her bed sheets were wet. Her heart still did not recover from the horrible dream and with parched lips, she longed for water and got up.
She paused upon seeing the red glowing light of her digital clock that showed 3:33 am. She did not dare go downstairs since the situation is very familiar to what she had dreamt of. Although she did not step her foot out of the bed,
Someone, a shadow. Behind her unclosed door, a tall 'man' with white saw-like teeth, grinning at her. It was far off from her bed, but the coldness scare he brings reached the ends of her bed. She was hyperventilating, she could barely breathe. Soon, blacked out.
Loula opened her eyes, and someone laid beside her in the pool of blood, coming out from this man. His face was missing parts, half of his skull were smashed, teeth were scattered in the ground, he was unrecognizable. Her hands though, were rough and filled with dried blood. Then a siren noise greeted her morning, they kicked open her door and grabbed her hands.
She was confused, "WHAT- LET GO OF ME!" she shouted to them. Was taken for questioning, and the number one suspect in the crime scene, since she was the only one present and unharmed. The splatter of blood in her clothes proved so.
Defending herself, stating about the tall man in her apartment being the suspect instead. She was declared insane by them.