Page 57 of In The Dark
A thorough walk through the house doesn’t turn up anything out of the ordinary. When I get back to my room, I stop short.
There’s a flower on my bed with another note attached to it.
That wasn’t there three minutes ago.
I grip the knife tightly and reach for the note, a choked gasp leaving me when I see what’s written there for me.
I’m sorry for scaring you.
I thought you’d figure it out by now.
Let me know when you want me to come out and play.
Forgive me?
There are angel wings around the wordnow. At the bottom is another heart, this time with an arrow through it.
My blood runs cold.
I grip the wall to keep myself from falling over, and my eyes prick with tears.
Hunter.
Of course it’s him.
It’s been in front of me this whole time.
Iknewthings with him were too good to be true.
He broke into my house, went through my stuff,watched mewithout permission, and I’m not calling the police because…why?
Something is fucking wrong with me.
I’m so furious. The second I see him, I might strangle him. Or carve out a piece of his flesh and roast it over a fucking fire so he can feel violated like I’ve felt violated.
I dial 911, my fingers hesitating over my screen before I complete the call. Hunter’s name pops up, a text message coming through, and I drop the knife on my bed as fury rips through me.
Hunter
Do you really want to get the police involved?
Me
What the FUCK is wrong with you? How did you get into my house?
Hunter
Magic :)
Me
Are you following me?
Hunter
Define following.
Me
