Another pop. A footstep. Someone is in here with me….June 11th BEING ME!

I’m digging through some papers when I hear a loud pop. I frown and still, listening. There is a sudden chill in the room, and I stand up, every nerve ending I own on edge. 

Another popping sound and the lights go out. It’s pitch black and I open my mouth to scream but some instinct makes me bite it back. 

Another pop. 

A footstep. 

Someone is in here with me. 

 

FING OUT June 11th….