Chapter 8

I'm sitting in the dimly lit library all alone. My favorite Librarian whom I have known for four years, Mrs Curtly has left the keys to the library for me just as long as I lock the door when I leave, something she's technically not supposed to do, and could definitely lose her job over if anyone found out, but she's been doing this special for me for a long time since I've gained her respect and trust.

I'm studying some boring world history book when I feel myself drift off to sleep.

A quiet yawn escapes my lips as I rest my head down on my book

I'll only sleep for a second

I tell myself even though I know it isn't true.

Just as I'm about to drift off into dreamland, I hear a loud bang come from the back of the library. It sounds like a large stack of books falling. The sound instantly jerks me out of my sleepiness. I stand up and look around.

"Hello?" I call out as I cautiously walk towards where I think the sound came from, my heart pounding in my chest.

When I look down the aisle, there's nobody there, yet there's a good amount of books fallen onto the ground "great" I mutter sarcastically as I bend down in a squat position, picking the books back up.

"

Piper"

I hear a strange voice whisper. The whisper is so quiet that I'm not even sure I heard it. I glance around the room but see nothing.

Goosebumps liter my arms as I briskly stand up and shove the books back into the shelf before walking back towards my table.

I turn the corner to where my table is but when I look at it there's a man sitting on it with a red mask and black hoodie. A scream escapes my lips but I cover my moth to stop myself.

"Oh okay, ha-ha, very funny. Whoever you are you can take off the mask now" I say uncertainly, if only to convince myself this wasn't real.

My stomach is in knots and I feel my heart thumping wildly in my chest, it felt as though it were trying to hammer right through my rib cage. But surely it was just a student right? Who else would do this?

I start walking towards the person ever so slowly, telling myself to be brave, that it's just a prank.

The person says nothing. If I hadn't just been here I'd be sure it was a statue of some kind, I couldn't even see it breathing.

When I'm inches in front of the person, suddenly he jumps up and grabs my forearm,

I let out a scream as I try to pull away from the person but the hand has an iron grip on me. It doesn't even budge when I yank as hard as I can.

"Let me go!" I scream as I kick and slap and everything else I can think to do. But the person looks as if he doesn't even feel any of it.

I look around the room for something to throw at him. My eyes land on a pencil inside a cup on the librarians desk.

I jerk as hard as I can and run forward. The hand is still on me but I'm able to move a few inches which is enough to grab the sharpened pencil.

Without hesitating, I stab the pencil into the guys hand.

He instantly pulls away and looks down at his hand, but he doesn't make a sound. As he holds his bleeding hand, I take this opportunity and make a run for the door, leaving my bag full of stuff behind. I swing the door open and run out, making a right. As I run down the hall I don't hear any footsteps but I don't slow down. I keep running until I reach the stairs door. I shove it open and glance behind me. The guy is walking down the hall towards me. Not running, walking. In this slow, freaky way, as though he was in no rush at all.

And somehow this is much scarier than if he were running after me. It was as if he knew he would catch up to me whether he ran or walked. I slam the door shut and run down the stairs as fast as I can without falling face forward onto the steps. I've never been good at running down stairs so it takes me much longer than I'd like. I see the glowing exit sign that hangs above the door that leads outside.

I hear the stairway door open and shut.

I shove through the door and run outside.

Quickly I take a look around searching for something to block the door with. Finally I see a medium sized broken off tree branch. I pick it up and shove it through the door handle and spin around to search for my car.

I run up to it and get inside closing and locking the door behind me. I try to start up the car when I realize I don't have my keys. I left them inside. With

him.

I feel tears spring to my eyes as I look around for something to use.

Bang

I glance up at my rearview mirror

Bang

I see the door where I had stuck the branch move from the pressure of the man on the other side.

Bang

The banging was loud yet slow and almost...calm. Just like his walk.

I look around my car still searching for something, anything to magically help me out of this situation.

I open my glove compartment and instantly feel relief relax me even if it is just a little.

Bang

I had no memory what so ever of ever putting it there, but lo and behold my phone was sitting there on top of a large stack of junk.

I grab my phone and I find lyra's number

Bang

I hit call and wait as the phone rings brrring, brrring, brrring,

Bang. crack!

I look up at my rear view mirror to see that the tree branch had broken and the guy was now walking out.

OMG......