I managed to escape from him, racing back to my room. But he followed me, and just I was about to lock the door, he slams it open, with me falling backwards in a trap.
I followed the racket which led to his study. The door was slightly opened. And there I saw the truth. He was standing there. A knife in his hand. Someone lying on the floor. Blood seeping out of the victim. And he wore a smile on his face. A smile that wasn't human. It scared my to the core of my heart. I let out a soft squirm. He heard it. And within a second, he was staring at me, holding my arm tight with his hand as I kept trying to break free.