TICK . . . tick. . . tick . . .

Your breathing was shallow as you sat on the ground right behind a bed. It was dark, yet you stayed there long enough for your eyes to adjust to it. You held onto your flip phone, the number for help already dialed yet not pressed to call. It was there, just incase, just incase it got too bad.

You shook your head gently, staring at the open front door intently. " Evan, no. ", you whispered, not for him to hear, but for yourself - to ease that panic in you.

tick tick . . . tick tick . . .

The harsh footsteps were already in the freshly abandoned house, creaking against the wooden flooring down the hallways. He appeared in your view, yet seemed his eyes weren't as focused as yours were. Yet he could sense someone was looking.

" C'mon, rabbit rabbit . . . there is nothing to be afraid of. ", he finally said, yet barely above a whisper, his breathe appearing as hot smoke in the chilly area. He set aside something on the hallway table.. A small hammer that echoed when it collided with the wood, being hesitantly left there as Evan moved away from your view, going down the hallway more. His footsteps still heard in the distance, yet you could tell from the pattern and depth that he was checking rooms now.