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"You are not real, you don't exist...you are not real you don't exist!" She screamed. when she opened her eye's he was still there....Christina searched for her cell phone but it was on the dresser by the television. "Crap.." She whispers. She stands on her bed so shes as far away as she can get from him.
She kept an eye on him, she knew she was in danger if he was out, but how did he get out...? She frantically looked around for something to defend herself with, but there was nothing here. How can she defend herself to an experienced killer who doesn't even care for your existence, and will do anything to kill you...
"You are not real, you don't exist...you are not real you don't exist!"
All James could do was smile wickedly at the girl's trembling body.
She was frightened. James could sense it..almost taste her fear as it sealed the room in a pleasing state. He stood two feet away from her bedpost, still as a stone. He watched her, his eyes wild and empty.
James was elated when the girl made a foolish decision to run out of the room and down the stairs.
Oh, how he loved a good game of hide-n-seek. He waited a minute before looking for her. "Come out, Come out. Wherever you are. Don't be afraid," he whispered as he stepped against the creaking floor, with exaggerated slowness.
Heedless, he passed the closet his victim was left hiding in and proceeded to the kitchen.
As she hide in the closet she didn't dare to breath. Christina heard his foot steps pass the door. She let out a sigh of relief, she knew he was heading towards the kitchen. Christina slowly opened the door of the closet. It made a slight creeping noise. Dhe looked at the kitch and could see his back side.
Christina moves as quietly as she can to the phone line. Christina picks up the phone and dials 911 " 911 whats your emergency?" "There's a killer in my house..he's hunting me down I need assistance right away." She whispers "alright hold on just a moment let me trace your phone"
James knew what this girl's intentions were, He wasn't dumb. That's why he had purposely crossed the closet that she was hiding in, and was now in the kitchen looking for a weapon of some sort to terrorize her with.
" 911 whats your emergency?" Until he heard the voice of a call-taker. The ones you'd see at police stations answering numerous calls of victims in need of help. Aside from the policemen-the call-takers were whom James despised the most. They were nothing but intrusive little pests who constantly seemed to stick their noses in whatever business that weren't theirs.
And this girl was giving them endorsement. It would only be a minute before the cops come bursting through his door, and throw him in the jailhouse. Inconspicuously, James advanced behind the girl and shoved her to the ground. He grabbed the phone and pressed his ear to it."Sorry, wrong number." Then, he replaced it on its receiver.
Christina quickly ran back up the stairs and to her rooms she sit and locked the door " I need a baracade" she searched her room "the dresser.." She whispered to herself. She quickly tried to move it to help block the door, " this is heavy..." She goes and throws the stuff off including taking off the drawers. " alright let's try this again. She begins to push it.
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