Dora's heart was still recovering from the shock of her missing gun, when she heard a knock on the door. She hesitated, her mind wobbling with worst-case scenarios. But as she opened the door, she was surprised to see Cliff standing there with a charming smile on his face. But as he stepped inside, his eyes locked on hers, and Dora felt a wave of discomfort wash over her. Cliff's gaze was intense, his eyes burning with a passion that made her skin crawl.
"My love, Dora," he said, his voice low and husky. "I was thinking, maybe we could pick up where we left off the other night."Dora's eyes narrowed, her mind recoiling in horror. "Cliff, what are you talking about?" she asked, her voice firm. Cliff's smile faltered, but he didn't back down. "Come on, Dora. We both know there's something between us. Something special." Dora's anger flared, her hand on the doorknob. "Get out, Cliff. Get out of my house, and don't come back." Cliff froze with shock, he never expected Dora to be that angry as to bark at him that way. He tried to remain calm and explain issues with her but Dora never gave him a minute chance.
"What do you take me for, huh?. It is high time you get it into your head that no relationship exists between us anymore. Whatever I'm doing with you is purely official and nothing more." Dora thundered from a distance away from Cliff. Cliff slowly walked towards her remorsefuly and tried holding her hands when Dora swiftly drifted back from him.
"Dora please, I know I offended you by not telling you the truth from the onset but frankly speaking, I don't care about those ladies you saw on my phone. They are just imposing themselves on me. I don't love any of them, you are the only one in my heart anytime, anywhere." Cliff pleaded with Dora but unfortunately for him, Dora had already made up her mind concerning their estranged relationship. She quickly asked Cliff to get out of her house with anger in her voice." I said leave my house, Cliff?. What do you even take me for?, a dog? Or maybe a harlot you can fool around and dump at will?. Well, unfortunately I'm not that kind of a lady you think I am, I have feelings and I respect my feelings to the extent that I will never allow any man to mess with my feelings just for the sake of a fake love!". Having said that, Dora quickly pulled the door open and showed Cliff the door.
Cliff's face fell, his eyes flashing with hurt. But he didn't argue, just turned and left, the door closing behind him with a soft click. Dora leaned against the door, her heart still racing, her mind reeling with confusion. What was Cliff thinking? And why now, of all times? She shook her head, her eyes fixed on the lock on her door. She needed to focus on finding her gun, and uncovering the truth behind the strange occurrences. Cliff's advances were the last thing on her mind.
AT CLIFF'S HOUSE
Approximately 11: 34pm, Cliff arrived at his apartment after the shattered date with Dora. Cliff's heart jolted as he approached his front door, the disappointment of Dora's rejection still fresh in his mind.Cliff's apartment was a sleek, modern space that reflected his rugged yet refined personality. The walls were painted a dark gray, and the floors were made of polished hardwood. The furniture was minimalistic, with clean lines and a focus on functionality. The living room featured a large, black leather sofa and a matching armchair, positioned around a sleek glass coffee table. A large flat-screen TV hung on the wall opposite the sofa, and a state-of-the-art sound system was nestled in the corner. The kitchen was equipped with top-of-the-line appliances and sleek granite countertops. A small dining table and chairs were tucked into a cozy nook, perfect for intimate meals. Cliff's bedroom was a sanctuary, with a plush king-sized bed and a large walk-in closet. The bathroom was sleek and modern, with a large walk-in shower and a separate tub.
Throughout the apartment, Cliff's personal touches were evident, from the framed photos of his awards to the collection of rare books on his shelves. The space was both rugged and refined, a true reflection of Cliff's complex personality. As he reached for the doorknob, a strange, animalistic noise made him freeze. It sounded like something was scratching at the door, trying to get in. Cliff's instincts kicked in, and he slowly backed away from the door, his eyes fixed on the entrance. He knew that sound, it was the same one that Trisha described of at her shop, the same one that signaled the creature's presence. Without hesitation, Cliff dashed to his bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. He grabbed his gun from the nightstand and crept back to the front door, his senses on high alert. As he approached the door, the scratching grew louder, more insistent. Cliff's hand trembled as he reached for the doorknob, his mind racing with deadly-case scenarios. Suddenly, the scratching stopped. The silence was deafening, and Cliff's heart skipped a beat. He slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, his gun at the ready. But there was nothing there. No creature, no signs of forced entry, just an eerie feeling that something was watching him from the shadows. Cliff's eyes scanned the room, his gun still trained on the door. That's when he saw it, the faint traces of the creature's presence on the floor and walls. The same strange, glowing marks he had seen at Trisha's shop. Cliff's breath came in short gasps as he realized the creature had been there, had been watching him. He knew he had to be on high alert, in case it returned. He couldn't shake off the feeling that the creature actually attempted to attack him.
With a deep breath, Cliff began to search his house, room by room, his gun at the ready. He knew he had to be prepared, had to be ready to face whatever was lurking in the darkness. The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Cliff knew he was in for a long, terrifying night.