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Stalked
“I think we’re lost,” the boy next to me whispered.
“We are lost,” I muttered.
“How did we even get here?” he asked, looking around the dark corridors of the building.
“I think we took a wrong turn when we were following the tour guide.” The group had gone far ahead of us while I was looking at my phone, aimlessly scrolling (while the boy had attempted to talk with me) to show I was uninterested.
Unfortunately, the boy couldn't take a hint.
“What's your name?” he questioned, running a hand through his blonde hair.
“Ava,” I responded curtly, not bothering to ask him his name in return.
After a long silence, he awkwardly said, “Well, I’m Jonathan. But you can call me Jon.”
Frankly, I couldn’t care less about Joe Schmo or Jon Schmon.
After murmuring a half-hearted “Mmphmm,” I walked ahead, following the twists and turns of the beige hallway, thinking we should’ve turned back long before. Lost in thought, I came upon—
“Is that blood?”
It was dark red, like the polished apples at a store. “Y-yup.” I eyed the congealing liquid in front of me disdainfully.
“I think we should go back.”
“I think we should follow it.” I said, sighing.
Reckless as always. No wonder Mom sent me away.
For some time, we walked, attempting to settle within a tense silence as my brown eyes twitched.
We came upon a door. It was painted black, conspicuous under the fluorescent lighting. The silver knob was stained with blood.
I turned to Jon. “You wanna do this?”
He looked at me for a few moments, sizing me up as if he was trying to emulate my imagined confidence. He nodded.
I reached for the knob, my nimble fingers trying to grasp the areas that flashed silver. However, before I could twist it, the door opened.
Holding the knob, a sinister looking old man smiled, his decayed teeth giving me an unsettling feeling. Behind him lay illuminated screens that showed hallways. He was following our every move within the building, I thought. My stomach churned wildly, making me want to throw up.
An innate instinct whispered: run.
The man smirked.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
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