Jimmy Doesn't Believe You

Your friend stares at you blankly. The short pause feels like an eternity.

"You're insane."

The next few moments are like slow motion. You leap forward as Jimmy turns the knob, but it's too late. Jimmy doesn't even manage to turn his head back to the doorway when his deflated form falls on the floor. You froze in place as the door opened, revealing the terrifying image of Harriet Wilson. Her person was twisted, a devilish grin unnaturally plastered on her face. Without a heartbeat, she steps over the husk of her son, her black heels clacking on the cold floor. She flicked her brunette hair, and ran her thumb on the edge of her lips.

"I have to say David, I'm almost impressed." She muses. You don't reciprocate. You were like a stone statue.

"But you're too predictable. Jimmy's place? Really?" She chuckles. "You really thought he would believe you? That ANYONE will believe you? You're pathetic."

Her laugh was cold and sharp, like a knife to your heart.

"That's enough of that. You were a fun hunt, but we have to say goodbye."

She waves at you in mock, before the pen makes you white out.