Haunting-Adeline

The second the message shoots off, I regret it. I want to snatch it back.
Footsteps sound from above me. I swallow and look up as if I’ll be able
to see through the ceiling and spot him. The footsteps travel further away
from me, towards my room.
My phone buzzes.
UNKNOWN: Come find me.
At this exact moment, I’m ques oning my sanity. Without thought, my
ass li s off the seat and I take a single step towards the staircase. My
ins ncts are to run towards the danger, not away.
God? Me again. We really need to talk about your life decisions when
you made me.
I’m not even sure I believe in Her, but if She is real, then someone needs
to smack Her hand for making me the way that I am.
Thankfully, common sense kicks in, and I stop myself from going up and
finding a crazed man in my house. The smart thing would be to call the
police.
There’s no way he’d be able to get out without being seen. The only way
out of this house is down the steps. He can’t hide forever. At this point, I
don’t even care if the officer can’t catch him. As long as someone else has
proof that they saw him, too, that’ll be enough for them to take me
seriously.
Another buzz.
UNKNOWN: Too scared, little mouse?
As if challenging me, a door slams shut. I startle from the noise, my heart
jumping up into my throat. Even if I wanted to scream, I wouldn’t have
been able to make a sound.
My chest pumps erra cally as the fear grows more potent.
ME: I’m calling the police.
I can feel the judgment through the walls. Here I am, calling him a pussy
and challenging him to come out. Then when the tables turn, I threaten to
call the police.
Because that’s the smart thing to do, dumbass.
Then why the fuck do I feel so stupid for saying it? How is that possible?
UNKNOWN: Do you remember what I said last time?
How could I forget? The more I disobey him, the harder the punishment.
I bite my lip, seriously contempla ng going upstairs and finding him. I