About a minute later the door of my room opened again. I looked at it, thinking he returned to apologize after realizing his mistake but nope I was wrong.
It was not him.
There standing in the middle of the doorway was a face which I knew I got to meet again but that doesn't mean I wanted to see it.
It was him. That monster. From that night.
And he was grinning deviliously same as last time. A cold and dark aura surrounding him. Its thorny tentacles spread its way inside the small room. Suffocating.
It was cutting my air supply, wrapping its wet fingers around my neck, firmly. Whilst he walked uninvited into the room, at his own pace.
Painfully slow or it was my mind reeling the scene in slow motion I couldn't distinguish.
His presence made the room look small, not enough space to breathe in.
