This is a short story of mine that I’m planning on rewriting for small edits. Mainly continuity and setting reasons, but here is the original for you all.


She felt for the lock in the dark, terrified of the masked man that she just encountered. “I’ll be seeing you soon. I will kill you…” the words echoed in her mind. After seemingly forever, she managed to get the front door open and she slammed it shut behind her, securing all of the locks. With her back pressed against the door, she let out a sigh of relief. She sat her purse down and switched on the light before heading into the living room.

“Baby I’m home!” She yelled.

Shedding her coat, she sat down on the sofa and reached for the television remote. She noticed a small sticky note stuck to the table and, after turning on the television, read it.

‘I’ll be home late tonight, Katherine. I’m celebrating Chad’s promotion with the guys. Love you, see you soon. -Jason.”

That’s odd. The lady thought to herself. Briefly, the words of the man came back to her.

“Oh I’ll kill your husband too. Sooner than you think, actually…and then you’ll be next.”

She shuddered at the memory and shook the thought out of her head, but she still felt uneasy. Giving into her panic, she grabbed her coat, found her cellphone, and called her husband. He picked up on the third ring.

“Hey babe! What’s up?” He shouted over the music. Relief instantly filled her as she heard her husband’s voice.

“Nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice, that’s all.” She said.

“Hold on a moment….alright. It’s much easier to hear you out here.”

“I said I just wanted to hear your voice baby, that’s all.” She smiled.

“Well I’ll be home soon babe. You’ll get to hear me all night– hey, who are you?”

“Baby?” A thud. “Baby! What’s going on? Can you hear me?”

She heard a scuffle and only caught some of the words being shouted.

“Hey! What the hell is…why are…woah, chill…No!” And then a scream.

“Jason!” She yelled into the phone, and silence followed. “Baby?”

After a few moments, she heard someone pick up the phone.

“Jason is dead darling, and you’re next!” Someone said to her before bursting into a fit of maniacal laughter. “I’ll be seeing you soon.” The killer said before hanging up the phone.

“No…” She whispered in disbelief, dropping her phone onto the ground. “No!”

Terrified, she raced throughout the entire house, checking every single window and making sure each one was locked. With tears in her eyes and her hands trembling, she called 9-1-1 as soon as she felt sure she was safe.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“Help! My h-husband.” She stammered. Suddenly, she heard what sounded like a window breaking upstairs and screamed.

“Ma’am, calm down. Is your husband hurting you?”

“No! H-he’s d-dead! The guy I saw, he killed him.”

“What? Ma’am, I’m sorry but you have to slow down. It’s hard for me to understand you. I know you’re afraid but– hello?”

Katherine dropped the phone and screamed again. Standing in front of her was the man she had seen earlier that night.

“Stay back! I-I-I’ll cut you!” She stammered, slowly backing away into the kitchen, reaching for a knife. She grabbed the biggest one should could find and thrust it forward, stabbing at the air as if it too were dangerous. The mysterious man laughed as he watched her quiver in fear, amused. He glanced down at the phone that the lady had dropped, picked it up, and ended the call before placing it back on the ground. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small pistol.

“Tell you what,” he said, playing carelessly with the gun. “I’ll leave this pistol right here,” he said slowly, placing the gun on the ground in front of him, “and I’ll go hide upstairs.” He slowly backed away from the gun. “The police will probably be here in 15 minutes, but you have 5 minutes to find and kill me. If it takes longer, well…” without warning, the man bolted up the stairs.

The lady dashed for the gun as soon as he was out of sight and picked it up. She held it cautiously, afraid that the mere possession of the weapon will kill her itself.

Still shaking, she slowly headed up the stairs, unsure of what sick additions may be added to the death game she suddenly found herself playing. Once she was at the top of the stairs, she headed straight towards the bathroom and kicked open the slightly ajar door. She pointed the gun in front of her, half expecting the man to shout “boo!” and kill her. When it proved empty, she let out a small sigh of relief, which was short lived as she heard a bump come from her bedroom.

Carefully, she approached her room and opened the door. After a quick glance, she saw that it was empty and that the window in here had been broken. She noticed a bit of blood on the floor before she heard another noise come from her personal bathroom. She gulped, and then she crept towards the door slowly. Once beside it, she pressed her ear to the door and she thought she could hear the faint sound of someone breathing. She slowly twisted the doorknob, careful not to make too much noise, and as she was opening it, a loud alarm rang out from inside the bathroom. She screamed, kicked the door open, and fired nine bullets into whatever appeared even remotely human in the bathroom.

Breath ragged, she let her arms drop and released the gun in her hand. It fell to the ground as she stared in horror at the sight that lay before her. Instead of the mysterious man that she expected to see, there, laying dead, was her husband. Bullet holes lined his body as he lay there motionless, the last bit of his life slowly seeping out of him and onto the floor. Mortified, she dropped to her knees and screamed.

“Jason! Why! Why! Wh-” She suddenly felt a hand over her mouth and something warm in her chest. Her eyes began to get hazy as she looked down, only to discover a blade protruding from her body. The man had tricked her into killing her husband and was now killing her.

He whispered into her ear, “A life for a life,” and proceeded to remove the blade from her body. The man stepped in front of her, and her eyes widened in horror as he removed his face mask and she saw who he was.

“I’ll see you in hell, Katherine.” the man said as he took out another pistol.

And he promptly put a bullet in his head.

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