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An uninvited vistor...

A/n: This chapter may have some disturbing descriptions that may make some readers uncomfortable/ idk maybe.

(S/c)- skin colour

The footsteps came closer and closer to my bedroom door, everything suddenly seemed darker and eerier.

My hands still in a combat position, I tried to remain composed but un-comforting thoughts ran through my mind. Lurking to my imagination; remember that game you saw: 'Welcome to the game', the person could kidnap you and use you as a source of interest on the deep web they could anything to you- shred off your skin slowly and leave you alive and bear to suffer in agony while your red flesh pulps in front of your eyes, the ghastly look and stench of your own blood creating a pool under you all mixed with your (s/c) mismatched sized skin-

No, I couldn't think of those types of scenarios- I need to keep my eye on the ball. Standing up slowly, I tip-toed over to the small table in the far side of my room. Placing my fingers under the curved rim, I readied myself.

Chink

Cling

The handle of my door was being pressed down, causing my keys to make a chiming sound on contact.

They were coming, but I was ready.

An unrecognisable figure forced the door open, the sound of the door hitting the wall was my queue to make my move.

"YAAAHHH" I released a wild battle scream before flipping my table forward.

I watched the table spin through the air, hitting the intruder- causing them to let out a- surprisingly feminine yelp, but that didn't matter, male or female they were still a threat.

While the supposed 'she', was reacting to the assault, I didn't give 'her' anytime to recover from the attack as I grabbed the mini fan next to my door, holding the wire viciously. It seemed as if they roles had reversed- if someone was going to try and hurt me, I wasn't going down without a fight.

I pinned down the attacker, now staring intently at their face...

"JASMINE?!" I exclaimed, surprised to see her 'break' into my house. After recovering from my shock, I stood up and held out a hand.

"My God, Jasmine what are you doing here?!"

Jasmine replied as she took my outstretched hand, clasping on to it tightly as she pulled herself up.

"Well, if you had read my texts then you'd know!" Despite being out of breath, her tone was filled anger and frustration.

I reached towards my bed, lifting my large bear, Mr Snuggles and blooky; my plushie ghost off my pillow, sticking my hand under it to retrieve my phone.

After entering my passcode, I opened WhatsApp a reading through a 'few' messages jasmine had left me:

9.04

Jasmine: (Y/n), its 9 rn I'll be at yours around 10

9.30

You didn't reply to my last message are you awake

you're not are you

Wake up

WAKE UP

9.34

if you don't wake up I'll spam

GETUP

GETUP

GETUP

GETUP

GETUP

UGHHHHHHH

9.50