It had been several months that Sam and I had been living in the apartment, and not much had occured since my terrifying experience. I still heard weird things, especially when I was alone, but no doors were being slammed, and I could live with that. I was still terrified, but I was getting by, and the constant visits from Matt, Brian, Zack, Jimmy, and Johnny made it easy to forget all the frightful experiences.
It ten in the morning, and I was just getting ready to step out of my bedroom when I heard voices from down the hall. My heart started pacing really fast. Once I realized it was only Sam, and the rest of the guys, I calmed down, and walked out to the living room. I made my way to the kitchen and started the coffee maker. Jimmy whistled at me, and I quickly shot him a death glare. He just looked at me and laughed. Johnny was on his phone, texting like a mad man, Zacky, Matt, and Brian all had their eyes on me in the kitchen. It took Johnny a minute, but once he looked up from his phone, he was staring at me too. I noticed that Sam had left to use the restroom before I walked in the room, and suddenly tensed up, looking down to check what I was wearing. Have they never seen a girl in short shorts and a tank top, come on these guys had to have been through a million girls by now, girls were always all over them.
"Bradley!" Sam yelled at me as he walked into the room. "Is that how you always dress when we have company over?" I flipped him off as I made my way over to the couch, leaving my coffee behind. I plopped down on his lap as hard as I could, making him lose his breath suddenly. I moved my boney butt against his leg, something he always hated that I did. "Get off of me!" He yelled playfully trying to shove me to the floor. I gave in, and let him push me onto the floor. I quickly got up, not wanting to expose myself unknowingly, and sprinted to my room. I hurriedly got changed into a pair of short denim shorts, and neon sparkly top that showed off the slightest bit of cleavage, I wanted to look good, but not slutty. I made my way back to the living room, and noticed that I was alone. The guys must've went out for a smoke again. I grabbed my coffee from the kitchen and downed it as I sat on the couch, flipping through channels. "Bradley!" I heard Sam's voice from his room. He must not have went with the guys to smoke as I had thought. I walked down the hall to his bedroom, and looked in at him.
"Yes" I said. He turned around, and I could tell something was off with him. "Are you okay, Sam?" I asked grabbing for his hand. As I reached for his hand, though, he moved it, and slapped me as hard as he could across the face, making me fall against the wall. "What the fuck, Sam?!"
"Don't fucking talk to me like that, you bitch!" I suddenly realized it wasn't Sam that I was seeing, it was something posing as him. I suddenly felt really cold, and terrified. I started to back towards the door, but it slammed behind me, and fake Sam quickly strided over to me.
"Where do you think you're going, slut? Do you honestly think you can escape me?!" The voice sounded beyond scary, very demonic. Was this the spawn of Satan? I realized then and there that I was probably going to die in this room. "I've been watching you for months, you and your little guy friends. I want so bad to get rid of all of you, this is my apartment!" A scream escaped from my mouth suddenly, and I turned to the door, trying to get it to open. "That was a mistake," I heard the voice from behind me, I was thrown across the room, and when I looked up, it was no longer Sam with me in the room, the figure was tall and dark, but what scared me the most was the non existent face, only two red glowing eyes from under a hood. I screamed bloody murder, and tried to scramble off of the bed I had been thrown on, only to be pinned down. I heard the guys, suddenly outside the door, screaming for me to let them in. The door was vibrating from all the commotion, when suddenly it fell to the floor. The figure, just as quickly, disappeared, and I was left alone, yet still stuck to the bed. Matt stood in the doorway, clearly satisfied with his work, then looked over and noticed me, wide-eyed, still lying on the bed. They all rushed in, and over to me. I laid still for what seemed like forever, just staring at where the figure had been above me. Everytime I blinked, I could still see those terrifying red eyes. Sam finally pulled me into his arms, and I laid my head against his chest, letting the tears flow.
After I finally stopped crying, the guys led me out into the living room, and had me explain everything that had happened to them. They all sat and stared at me as I went through all of what happened. They all had the same response, "What the fuck."
I finished telling the story, and looked staight at Sam, "I.Want.Out."