My third prediction too failed. The threat is approaching. The sound of footsteps is increasing as well as my heart beat. I have only one option...either die in his hands or try to escape with a do or die condition. I decided to make a final prediction and that is when I remembered the store room inside the office room. It is hard to reach that place, but once I reach that one way room, I can either lock myself or attack him by luring him there.
But how should I reach there? First I need to clear path towards the office room by distracting the psycho. So, I took the ball beside me, thrown it towards the far side of T.V. When he went towards that side, I picked up the coke bottle on table and rushed towards other side of sofa, which is just beside the pathway of main door, then I thrown the bottle into kitchen as if it fell from a height.
The killer went into the kitchen, and it is my chance. To make sure that he will not realize that I entered the office room, I slowly pulled the bedroom door, and opened the office room door.
Creeeaaaaak....creeeaaaak.
The sound of doors synchronized and bedroom door closed. Absolutely, one will assume that if a person is trying to escape, he would probably close the door. As expected, the killer went into the bedroom, assuming I would be there, meanwhile I entered the store room.
The store room is a side room in my office. It is a small one with my memories and other items from my college placed in it. These items include the baseball bat, which was gifted to me by my brother on my 18th birthday. It is signed by my favourite baseball star and that is why it is special to me.
I took a hold of the bat.
Time: 11:15 P.M
Thuddd
I closed the door with a loud sound to lure the killer...
He entered the room...
Tried to open the door and creeeaaaakkk. The door opened slowly.
His head entered the room, my bat was just above his head rushing to hit him, his head got hit, and he fell down. I was unable to resist. I hit him even harder, remembering the way he made me shiver for the last one hour. I hit him harder remembering the lives he took, maybe not for killing, instead I'm much more frustrated as he even tried to rob my favourite Nike sports shoes, I hit him harder...
thud..thud...thud...
The blood surrounded, I stopped hitting.
thud...thud...thud...
I stopped hitting but still listening the sound...
thud...thud...thud...
I don't know what is happening but somehow, out of blue, I opened my eyes. Just after I did, I got to see a man's foot, who wore my favourite Nike sports shoes. I slowly lifted my head to see the face of that man, in the process, a knife, the butler knife I feared the most till now, made a clean slice on my neck, splitting out blood.