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He laid in a fetal position, coughing up clots and trying, with all his might, to remain brave. He reached for his cell, pulled it out of his back pocket and slid the unlock icon, seemingly unaware of the massive surge of light it cast in the dark hallway. His fingers dialed the magic numbers, leaving red smudges across the phone's screen.
It rang four times.
"911. What is your emergency?"
His voice shook out a whisper. "I don't know how it got in."
"Hello? Sir? Speak up. What is your emergency?"
He spat another clump of blood onto the hardwood floor. "I don't know... how the...the trouble got in..."
"Sir? Are you okay? Is someone in your house?"
"Not someone...something," he choked.
"Sir? We don't take kindly to pranks-"
"-this isn't a prank," he interrupted. "Please...help me."
"Sir. Are you hurt?"
He stared at the pool of blood billowing around his body. He swallowed hard. "Oh, God. I am."
The operator giggled. "Sir. God is your only hope right now."
A loud crash boomed from the next room. A shadow emerged and filled the door frame ~ its silhouette large; its shape ominous and shifting; its eyes, the only feature he could make out. And he tried not to stare into them, into those blanched eyes that burned white hot into his own.
"Please," he spoke to the dark figure, raising his bloodied hand as a defensive move. "Please," he whispered into his cell to the operator on the other end.
"Please," she mocked him in a childish tone and chuckled. "Sir. Be strong. This will all be over in another minute."
The cell phone went dead.
Then, the light from it's screen clicked off.
The pitch blackness was back, and all he could make out were those eyes.
Those white hot eyes.
And they moved towards him.
He mumbled a half of prayer, wondering if God would hear him.
Those malicious white eyes were level with his own now and he could feel the heat that radiated from them.
He released a tear that slid down his cheek and landed at the corner of his mouth.
He closed his eyes.
And drew one more breath.
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