A cat scraping on a window, at least that’s what I think I heard, it’s the only reasonable explanation... The estate has been abandoned for decades of course there’s going to be animals and insects moving around the house like their always quiet habitat. That’s right; I had temporarily assured myself I was safe.
I lay in the four poster-bed, the noise had woken me. There was no getting to sleep now as my heart slammed against my rib-cage. James and his girlfriend Samantha were sleeping across the hall; they’d laugh in my face if I knocked on their door. They always laugh it doesn't really matter if it’s a demon or gust wind. I hate James really, his curly messy hair, his moral high road, his skinny body and his trendy clothes. But most of all I hate his luck. Everything goes right for him. I mean come on that evil little guy even has his retirement fund sorted already.
Not to mention the two face, dog-stealing man-eater. Samantha chewed me up and spit me out like everyone else she’s dated but apparently James is different, except the exact same as me, 8 grinding months not a fight, for some reason it made me furious. Plus she wasn't nearly as attractive when I was with her. Sam had dragged me here, probably told James I couldn't handle the apartment by myself for one weekend. She knows I'm easily scared like the coward I am. With every fibre in myself I hated the couple of –
An Ominous wind blow through the sheets and a vile sense flowed through my bones, the feeling stayed for a moment, crawling through my skin of the motionless body. I had forgotten why I said those things.
“Sam?” I called trying to sound as least terrified as possible. Minutes passed.
“Yes bub?” calmly replied Samantha. I could barely remember the last time she called me that.
“Was that noise you?”
Immediately a croaky voice replied “Attic”
To be frank I was terrified for my life. I was sitting on the springy bed, a cold bead of sweat slid down my back and in my crack, that smell, I can only describe it as the complete opposite to morning bacon, but just as meaty. Sudden a small ray of light shone through the door, Sam was walking ever so slowly to the stairs.
I waited contemplating the consequences of leaving my room, but I really didn’t want to stay either. First attempt at standing up I puked over my slippers, my body had a point though, dying in slippers doesn't look very manly.
Before I knew it I was standing half-naked in the corridor, what stopped me was the ooze bubbling from under the door, the dark red blood flowed across the hardwood floor and met with my pinkie toe first. In that moment my adrenaline kicked in, about time, it felt like it wasn't me controlling me body, like someone smarter, stronger, swifter.
I kicked the door down to reveal a gruesome sight. James dangled from the ceiling like a yo-yo from a child’s hand but much less innocent. The smell, Oh God the smell as foul as winter it blew down my lungs and made me vomit last night’s dinner it wasn't even good first time round. James’ body was torn-out from the inside. I couldn't look any more in the reflection of the window my face looked like a five-year old who just walked in on his parents.
“Bubby come up to the attic” called Sam. She sounded blissful. I knew I couldn't summon a reply in such a carefree tone. I really shouldn't have but I went. Maybe I thought it was just a nightmare and it would end sooner if continued.
The attic was dark, grimy and damp. Rain pattered against the roof and leaked into the corner. In the middle of the room stood Samantha in her nightgown, even now she looked hot; a twisted evil expression lay on her face. In her hand were two short nooses. “This is what you wanted, I heard you dreaming.”
“Not this way Sam, this is just wrong. You loved him!”
“I love you and now we can die together”It was horrible but I made my way to the second step stool. It was wobbly and sweat ran down my face, the rope itched my neck. She held my hand and suddenly we dropped. With our last whisper “Yolo.”
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