‘I’m right behind you.’
Twisting immediately, the hairs on Mary’s arms rise as she turns toward the voice. Standing there down the long hallway is a dark humanoid figure, much too tall to be her ailing Grandmother, staring right at her.
With horrifying dexterity, it bends onto all fours and charges, head turning at terrifying angles as it crawls toward Mary.
Yet, just as she is sure he’s going to swallow her whole, she feels it — a whoosh of air passing through her, followed by animal-like steps scampering down the rickety staircase.
Running into her bedroom, Mary can no longer deny — after months of speculation — that something beside her and her Grandmother lived with them in that old Victorian mansion.
Slamming the door shut, she jumps onto her mattress, pulling the covers over herself and looking for her cellphone so that she can call… someone. Anyone.
God, please, please…
Patting around frantically, Mary feels her hand make contact with a warm lump beside her. Continuing her graze, she hears a manic giggle escape it, coming to the terrifying realization that the lump is no lump but rather a leg. Eyes shut tight; Mary turns, body shaking so wildly she fears her ancient bed-frame may collapse at any second.
Feeling a rotten-smelling breath tickle her nose, her eyes snap open.
There, lying beside Mary, is herself, head bent at a neck-breaking angle and toothless grin painfully stretching blood-coated lips. The doppelganger begins shaking, letting screech-like laughs escape it, becoming louder and louder with each breath. Mary reaches a hand to stifle her screams, finding herself instead looking right through herself and at crimson bed sheets, the demon’s maniacal howling the only sound to be heard echoing in the now empty home.
‘Don’t look behind you.
I might be there.’