Turn Around

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:44

Jess: Hey kev, you there?

Jess: Kev?

Jess: KEVIN?

Kev: Yeah?

Jess: ANSWER ME WHEN I TEXT YOU! YOU HAD ME WORRIED SICK!

Kev: Sorry. 

Kev: Uuuuh.... there's someone in my house.....

Jess: Who?

Kev: I can't tell. Its dark. 

Kev: Goodbye.

Jess: What's happening?

Jess: where are you?

Jess: Whats going on!!!

Kev: Hi

Jess: DONT DO THAT TO ME!!!

Kev: Its ok it was just gram. She got out of bed.

Jess: Kev?

Kev: yeah?

Jess: I thought

Jess: I just thought, 

Jess: Didn't your gram 

Jess: die?

Jess: Kev?

Jess: Kev?

Jess: I thought I said dont do this!

Jess: kev?

Kev: turn around

   Jess felt the feeling. The feeling you get when you walk up the stairs in the dark, thinking there is one more step than there is, and just as your foot falls down, not to feel the next step, but to stumble and lose your balance, and to regather your thoughts as you consider what has just happened. Your heart flutters as you continue to walk. 

    Jess turned around. She looked up. A man. With a mask. A glove. The glove holding, a long, butcher knife.

     All went black.

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Submitted by admin on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 16:05.

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