I kick on his stomach and then slam him on the desk.
"What the hell are you doing!" He groans in pain
I show my phone to him.
"I have recorded your voice, now if you even tried to fire me, I will not hesitate to upload this and ruin your sweet image." I kick on his stomach again, making him fall on the ground.
I was assuming that this would happen, I am glad that I was cautious
"I swear you will regret this!" He screams holding his stomach, being in pain.
I left the office, running a hand through my hair.
Ugh why am I having a hard time this week, that house incident and now this stupid man? Damnit!
I sit in my car in frustration, I start the engine and drive away from the office.
I reach outside my house and park the car. I let out a sigh before opening the door of my house.
As I enter the house, my door shuts hard, by itself. I look back the the door, maybe It was just wind. I hang my coat and move towards my room. I open my closet, trying to find something comfort to wear.
As I close the closet, I see shadow on the mirror. I froze, my breath quickening. Then when I look back, no one was there. I look at the mirror, there was no shadow. Nothing.
I am just hallucinating again.
I sit on my bed, clutching the bed sheet. I close my eyes and the appearance of that shadow lingers in my mind, I remember the appearance of the shadow I saw. It was taller than me, it was dark and it was standing closer to me, it was a shadow of a man! I open my eyes again, did someone break inside my house? Is it a thief? No but it can't be possible because the area where I live in, is the safest. But still, I should check the house.
I take a knife from under my pillow, I know it's unusual but since I saw that glass break, I place a knife under my pillow. I grip it hard and then I start moving through my house. But after looking through the whole house, I couldn't find anything.
What's happening with me? I think I should check a doctor or a therapist, I think grandmother's death has shaken me.
After doing dinner, I go back to my room, I lay on my bed and my mind starts whirling with thoughts. I have loved this house so much through my childhood, this house has many happy memories that I don't wanna forget, there was a time when this house gave me comfort.
But now? I feel like this house is trapping me, I isolating me and making me feel uneasy.
I take the photo frame which was beside me, it had the photo of my grandmother and my parents with me being a baby. I smile looking at it and then place it back, I doze off to sleep.
I wake up hearing a creak of the door opening, I turn on the light off my room immediately and take my knife, gripping it hard. I try to look for my phone, but it wasn't there. I hear the creak of the door again, as if someone fully opened it now and then I froze.
Someone has entered my house. I grip on the knife and take a deep breath. Should I lock the door of my bedroom? Should find my phone and call someone? No that would be too late—
I finally start walking outside my room, as I walk outside my room slowly, trying not to make any sound, I see something strange. The door was open! The door of the workshop. I wanted to run back to my room, but something was stopping me. I have to face my fear, I don't care about the consequences.
I open the door of my backyard and then enter it. I grip on my knife. I have avoided the workshop for years but now I have to face it. I slowly walk towards the workshop. I notice that the door wasn't fully opened enough to let anyone see from outside the glimpse of inside. I close my eyes and the I enter the workshop.
As I enter the workshop, I couldn't see anything because it was dark, I move my hand to find the switch to turn on the light. I finally turn on the light.
The workshop was old, there was table with tools and some wood. Nothing looking off beat. But I finally notice the strangest thing. It had another door: which divided this workshop into half.
I open the door knob of the second door, as I turn on the lights of the that side too. I was left with a gasp.
It had a shelf which had a single doll, this side had an unpleasant smell, as if someone had died here. I also notice that this side had the cracked window. I walk towards the shelf, maybe I was scared of nothing, it's just a simple workshop of her, what can even be here? My grandmother was the most innocent person I have ever met.
This was a male doll, it was old but didn't had any dust. I didn't wanted to touch it because it would be dirty, but I was fascinated by it, it was pulling me towards it.
Apart from being old, it had weird features. Half of the face of the doll had a mask. The eyes of this doll had different colors, one was green and the other with the mask was black. The outfit of the doll was black, it was wearing a black suit with a turtle neck. I place the doll back on the shelf.
Silly me who thought that I would not be able to walk again. I can sleep peacefully now.
I start walking outside this half, I needed to sleep. I put my hand on the door knob and try to open it. It was stuck.
And then I feel a hand on my shoulder—