Irrefutable Evidence
Prologue: Darkness
Breathe.
I whimpered aloud as something crashed in the hallway outside my room. Nothing was in the house with me. I kept chanting the words as I forced myself to step slowly across the room, jolting at every creaking floorboard and screaming aloud as a bolt of lightning crashed down to the ground just outside my window.
C’mon. Breathe.
My heart was pounding in my chest and I bit back a whimper as I put my hand on the doorknob, scared of what may be standing behind it, watching the doorknob, waiting for it to turn, wielding a knife that would surely plunge through my chest, that would hack at my bones, that would dismember me without a second thought.
Ignore it. Forget it.
“Open.” I whispered as I jiggled the doorknob in a panic, having totally forgotten that I’d locked myself in earlier. Smacking myself in the forehead and allowing myself to have a minute’s worth of mirth in what would generally be classed as a bad situation, I turned the key and practically fell to the floor. Something gave the door a shove and I stumbled backwards, hardly expecting the bang that followed it as the doorknob hit the wall.
I can’t be alone.
In the darkness, I practically launched myself to my feet, jumping a foot in the air, maybe two, as I turned toward the door. Without another sound, it had shut once again. It was closed, the door locked.
I am so not alone.






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