Haunting-Adeline

release a shaky breath.
I have a choice to make, and I already know I’m going to make the wrong
one.
I resign myself and start typing.
ME: Here I come, asshole.
I keep my phone clutched in one hand and the knife in the other. No way
am I going to be an idiot again and drop the knife. It’s staying firmly
planted in my grip, just like it’ll be firmly planted in this dude’s face once I
find him.
I make my way up the steps quietly. Though I’m not sure it really ma ers
if he hears me coming or not. I have a dreadful feeling that even though
I’m coming to find him, he’s going to find me first.
That familiar heady feeling se les in my gut. It churns like alcohol in an
empty stomach. Sweat breaks across my forehead, and my mouth feels like
I swallowed sand.
I’m fucking terrified.
A row of sconces on each side of the hallway provides just enough light
to see that no one is there. I click the flashlight on my phone and start in
the first room.
I slowly make my way into each room, checking immediately to my le
and right before entering any further. I check behind the doors and in every
corner of the room.
The closet is the worst part. Opening the door and knowing that I may
come face to face with a man.
A man that wants to punish me.
Tears gather in my eyes when I discover the first closet empty. My poor
heart is suffering from extreme palpita ons right now. I don’t think this
amount of fear in my bloodstream is healthy.
S ll, I forge on, finding the following two rooms completely empty as
well.
There are only two more rooms and a bathroom le in this hallway. And
lastly, a door at the very end of the hall that leads to the a c.
If he’s up there, he can stay there. There’s no way I’m going up in the
fucking a c to find him. I will gladly admit defeat.
Sucking in a deep breath, I face my bedroom. Aside from the a c, it’s
the only room le in this hallway with a closed door.