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Tap… Tap… Tap…
The pattering of the rain on the window merged with the tapping of my fingers on the table above my lap. Bored eyes studied the blank television screen in front of me as the scent of food wafted towards my nose. Untouched food sat on the table, ignored in favour of frantically tapping my fingers on the table.
“Ma’am, please eat. You’ve just had a terrible occurrence happen, and you need to keep your strength up.” A nurse chided as she entered the room.
My tapping slowed as I turned to look at her, eyes wide. Looking upon her concerned face, my tapping began slowing until it was almost nonexistent. Opening my mouth, a hoarse wheezing sound exited instead of my voice. A frown graced my lips at the noise as I stared at the nurse, my tapping speeding up as my eyes focused on the shadow behind her. As she turned to look, I blinked and the shadow was gone, frightening my tapping to speed up and match my racing heartbeat.
“Ma’am, calm down! We need a doctor!” The nurse shouted, running over to the door.
Three different people in a variety of coloured scrubs came rushing in, worried looks on their faces. None of that concerned me as I continued to stare at the shadow now taking proper form. Soon, a familiar dark red mask appeared to me, causing a scream to force its way out of my throat. The doctors froze, taring in surprise, for I had not made a sound in months. Not since the car accident that took my father away from this world. It was why, when my family was murdered, I was unable to call the police for help. Scream after scream tore from my mouth, the sound slowly softening until it became nonexistent.
“Ma’am! Ma’am please!” A doctor roused himself and ran over, shaking me slightly in an attempt to get my attention.
My eyes continued darting around, watching as the shadowy figure darted around the room, dark chuckles reaching my ears. A wheezing sound began to escape my lips as I started hyperventilating, tears streaming down my face at the memory of last night. The doctors continued crowding around me, but the noise and images began to blur as screams filled my ears.
Jolting out of bed as I felt a presence climb onto my bed, trying to be sneaky.
“Sissy? I had a nightmare. Can I sleep here?” My little brother asked, shaking my shoulder lightly.
A smile graced my lips as I pulled the child close to me, wrapping my thick comforter around the two of us. The full moon peered in through the window, illuminating the room and causing the snow outside to sparkle.
Within minutes, my mind blanked again as I fell asleep, my brother curled into my body, fitting against me perfectly.
A few hours later, I awoke once more, a fierce need to use the bathroom clawing at my stomach. Gently, I climbed out of bed and rose, treading across my bedroom to my conjoined bathroom. Upon entering, I closed the door behind me as turned on the light, glad for the draft protection strips blocking the light from entering my room and waking my brother. I did my business and turned to the mirror, eyes glancing to the clock on the wall behind me. The time, although appearing backwards, read ‘2:40 AM’ causing me to sigh. Suddenly, a scream from downstairs penetrated my ears.
Hearing knocking on the door, I opened it to see my brother standing there, ready to rush into the room with me. Suddenly, a dark figure lunged and tackled the small boy to the floor. Aside from dark clothes, a deep red mask appeared on the person. They stood, blood dripping from a knife in their gloved hand as they turned towards me. The nearly featureless mask seemed more menacing than it should have as I slammed the door, clicking the light off and the lock into place.
Swiftly, I backed up as quietly as possible, climbing into the shower and closing the door behind me. My hand lifted, clicking both locks into place before curling into a corner at the back of the shower. Pulling my phone out of my pants, I pulled up my messaging service and pulling up the contact of my next door neighbor.
‘Lori, there is someone in my house. I just saw my brother get killed. Call the police!’ I typed out, sending it as quickly as possible. A notification popped up that it failed to send, as I heard the bathroom door creak open. Nearly dropping the phone, I clicked the send button once more before turning off the screen, hand covering my nose to silence my soft breathing.
“I know you’re in here, girly~” A deep, almost demonic, voice cooed, a chuckle following.
The sounds of drawers and cabinets being open and things being thrown filled the room, along with those demonic chuckles as the person searched through the large bathroom.
“Well, you’re not in any of the cabinets… In the shower, perhaps? Yes, the shower. The window is too small for any but a small child to fit out of, not to mention we’re on the second floor, and the only small child in this home was the one I just handled… Come on out girly, and I won’t hurt you. Too badly that is. I’m just looking for a specific little notebook you came across the day before the accident. If you give it to me, I’ll make your death painless, unlike the rest of your family’s.” They chuckled, laughter gaining volume until it was a full blown cackle filling the room.
A sudden small, almost unnoticeable noise pinged from the shower where I stood. Cautiously, I turned on the phone light to see a message from my neighbor that the police were on their way. Looking up, I saw the person’s masked face pressed against the side of the shower, their laughter quite loud now. Shining the phone light towards them, golden eyes reflected the light black in an intimidating manner.
“Found you, girly. If that was your neighbor, she’ll be dead within the minute. My… colleague, will be taking care of her right about… Now.” They paused as a scream from next door pierced the air, “Now, come on out of that shower, and show me where the notebook is and I’ll spare you from Jack’s hands. You are quite healthy, he’d enjoy it.” They chuckled, lifting their hands to the top of the shower.
Wheezing, I shook my head, typing something out on my phone and throwing it over the door. It was obvious they would not allow a simple door to stop them from entering this shower after me as they had begun pulling themselves up to climb over the glass door.
“You can’t speak? Well, isn’t that perfect! Now, just open the door, show me the notebook, and you’ll get to live!” They cheered, tapping impatiently on the door.
Unknowingly, my left hand began tapping out the same rhythm on my thigh as I walked over, clicking the locks out of place. Carefully, I opened the door and stepped out, looking towards the figure who gestured towards the still open bathroom door.
“Oooh, bringing me a snack, dearest Crow?” Another demonic voice cooed from their place on my bed.
The person behind me pushed past me, cracking their knuckles loudly. They grabbed my arm, pulling me close to their body, as if protectively, and growled at the figure.
“Not this time, Jack. Girly here is going to help me find the notebook. If you’re hungry, there’s plenty to eat around here. Three to be specific.” They responded, tightening their grip on the knife in their hand.
The figure sighed, clambering off my bed to come and stand near me, blue mask shining brightly in the moonlight still streaming through my windows. They lifted a gloved hand, removing their mask to reveal gray skin and hollow eyes. The sight made the tapping of my left hand go faster, matching my now racing heartbeat.
“Maybe another time, I’ll get to play with you, girly.” He cooed, leaning close to my face, “Once Crow here is done with you, expect to see me around more often,” He purred, suddenly licking my face, his sharp teeth slicing my cheek as he did so.
The figure holding onto me made a disgusted sound, pulling me closer to them. Their knife holding hand lifted toward their own mask, lifting it to reveal a pair of full, dark purple lipstick painted lips that were curling in disgust.
“Back off Jack.” They growled.
The natural voice of the person surprised me, for it was a fluid, female voice which was different from before. ‘Jack’ laughed and walked behind us, pulling something out of his pocket before kneeling beside my brother’s body. Suddenly, he lifted a sharp, silver object and made three quick slicing motions on the small child’s chest, hands immediately tearing into the flesh and ripping out fleshy objects. Hearing sloshing noises as he shook one object, I had to choke back the bile making its way up my throat as he tossed it on the ground and ripped out another of the items. That one, he sniffed and lifted to his mouth, sharp teeth tearing into the organ hungrily, not minding the blood spraying everywhere.
“Jack, you’re fucking disgusting.” ‘Crow’ chimed as she lead me away from the male consuming my brother’s organs.
“Now, I’m gonna sit here while you grab that notebook from wherever you have it hidden!” She stated excitedly, jumping onto my bed.
Nervously, I made my way over to the other side of the bed and crouched down, lifting up the board covering my stash of hidden items. Carefully, I lifted the small, leather bound notebook from the hole and covered it back up, fitting the board in place with ease. I rose to my feet, extending my arm with the notebook towards the female on my bed. She ripped it out of my hands, flipping through the pages quickly with a cheer.
“Thank you, girly. Now, I’m afraid we’ll have to cut this visit a bit short. See you soon, liten due~” The female purred, knife flashing towards me in a quick movement.
The fluidness of the female’s attack left me speechless, more than normal, as the blade slit through my throat. The cut wasn’t deep enough to kill, if the police got here soon enough. As my eyes began to close, I stumbled back, being caught by the female as she gently laid my body onto the floor.
“Goodnight, my little dove.” She cooed, placing a kiss to my cheek as my eyes shut, pain flooding my being.
Roused from my medically induced sleep, I looked around the room warily. Remembering the kiss that had been placed on my cheek, I lifted my hand and rubbed at it slightly, pulling my fingers away to see purple lipstick on them. This lipstick, however, was fresh and contained some red splotches as well.
“Aww, looks like you finally noticed me, little dove.” A relatively familiar, and foreboding, voice cooed from beside me.
Before I could turn my head to see, the familiar figure appeared in front of me, mask no longer covering her face at all. A smirk was on her purple painted lips as she looked me over, sighing in an almost upset way. Her bright golden eyes stood out in the darkness, a contrast to her tanned skin and black hair.
“You see, my dove, I’m afraid I can’t allow you to continue your lovely little existence. You see, my friend Jack over there,” She paused to point towards the window, “Made a mistake and exposed his face to you. So I am going to have to kill you. Such a shame. You would’ve made a good little pet.” Came her explanation as she lifted a knife from her pocket once more.
Whimpering escaped my throat as I pushed myself back, pressing my back into the wall behind my hospital bed, my hand flying around to look for the panic button. My hand had just reached it when pain shot through my hand, causing my to pull it be to my body in fright. A male wearing a white mask stood there, a hammer in his right hand, while his left was occupied with the remote.
“Hurry up, Crow. We don’t have all night.” He growled, a slightly psychotic tone to his voice.
Clucking her tongue in disapproval, the female turned to me, her eyes seeming to glow for half a second as she leaned towards me. Her warm breath fanned my face, bringing the pleasant scent of mint and coffee with it. Her lips however near my own as her eyes took on a sad look for a mere moment.
“Goodnight, my little dove. May you find peace.” She whispered, placing her forehead against mine in a comforting way.
White hot pain filled my chest as she drove the knife into the area directly next to my heart, which began to beat more rapidly than ever. ‘How have the doctors not noticed anything?’ I thought, my eyes glancing over to the blue masked male who had made his way over. My eyes trailed to his hand, wear he had the heart monitor attached as to keep a steady beat going to avoid arousing suspicion.
My eyelids, feeling very heavy, slowly began to close as my breathing became laboured. Blood was flowing freely down my chest now that the female had removed her knife, the metal no longer obstructing the path of the blood. The sticky substance began to soak through my hospital gown, turning the once light green paper fabric into a disgusting red mess.
The female, sensing that my time was short, moved to sit beside me. She hummed a soft tune, one I did not recognize. Her hand began stroking my hair in an almost comforting manner as my heart slowed down and my eyes closed. My last thought was a single word before everything turned black.
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