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"Oh. . .okay. I'll just shut down my computer then -"

"No, no. You don't have to. Get up. Now." Her reply was clipped and as angry as I've ever heard anyone be. She was scaring me but I needed to save my research and what I had wrote so far.

"Can I - can I just save my work?" I stuttered, my hands were starting to tremble, she was scaring me that much. I needed to leave but I wasn't going to leave with all my hard-work and time going down the drain because some old lady was scaring me. "Please?"

"Get. Up." She ordered as if I hadn't even spoken before.

"I - I just want to -"

"Get up." Her voice had turned demonic. It sounded ghastly, like nails scratching on a chalkboard; like the voice of a possessed person in a horror movie. The lady didn't let me say anything or even get up, before she yanked my arm so tight, I gasped at the pain. She pulled me out of my seat, the last thing I was able to grab hold of was my backpack. I wanted something more sturdy and firm so that I could use it to stay put. I guess not.

My backpack flew to my side and the last thing I saw was my computer, up and running, my unsaved work on its screen. Then, the screen went black. Oh great! I thought despite the situation at hand.

No one was on the floor, I realized as the lady dragged me across the room and up the stairs. There were, however, people upstairs. And they all stared at us as we walked by, but turned away just as quickly as they had looked. I would've called for their help, but the woman had pulled me between two bookshelves that no one seemed to be interested in, before I could.

"I don't know what this is about - but if it's about before. . .at your desk. . .I'm sorry," My apology sounded more like a question than a statement.

"No, no. . ." She whispered, smiling cruelly and walking forward, toward me. She was cornering me into the wall and I was trapped all around. "I am sent here to. . .to eliminate you, you miscreant. Someone has sent me." Her raspy, frightening voice informed me. I shivered because of everything happening around me: her voice, the look she had on her old, wrinkly face, the information - that someone wanted me - dead - that she had told me. But why would someone want me dead? I barely knew enough people for someone to want to 'eliminate' me.

I backed up in the corner where one of the bookshelves met the wall. My shirt was starting to stick to my back with my nervous, frightened and heat-induced sweat. My hands were becoming slick and clammy and my breathing was getting quicker and more shallow with every intake of air. Air that seemed to leave me.

"Wh - who?" I stuttered out, holding up one hand to fend off the old woman who kept coming closer and closer. Couldn't anyone hear us?

The old woman threw her peppered-hair head back and cackled loudly - just like a witch. Her mouth was filled with rotten, yellow teeth and a tongue that was black and forked. What was she? I asked myself in horror.

"What are you?" I asked in my panic. "Who sent you?"

"Shut up!" She screamed in her demonic voice, and I cowered back, farther into the corner. The hard wall was cold and stiff against the left side of my body, while the bookshelf stabbed into the right side.

"You don't need answers, you pathetic girl!" She yelled as she closed in on me. She was right in front of me now, so close that I could she her once-blue eyes had gone a haunting yellow. And that her pale, wrinkly face had gone a grey-ish colour. For a few still seconds, neither of us moved or said anything. The only sound was her shallow breathing because I was holding mine in fear. She stared into my eyes with her crazed, evil, psychotic ones. Then, she smiled. Her breath hit my face and I almost gagged. Her yellow, moldy teeth made her already horrible appearance look even worse. And her tongue, her black, forked tongue - that slipped out, past her rotten teeth - was almost enough to make me pass out. But I didn't.

"I. Will. Kill. You." The lady - or whatever she was - sung in her hellish voice. For some reason, that made me surpass my fear and get. . .angry.

"I have lived through meeting a fallen angel, then hitting him, then meeting a damn nephilim boy - who just randomly showed up in my bed - so why would you think - how dare you think - that you could kill me so easily!" I burst out. In my head I kicking myself and crying, but on the outside, I was fuming. It was like someone had taken control of me. I didn't know who this fierce and brave girl yelling, was.

The woman seemed fazed and confused - but only for a quick second before she laughed in her cringe-worthy laughter again.

"You think I won't? You think you can get away from me? You think you can speak to me like that, and not die a painful, slow death - even when he said he wanted me to make it quick for you?" She spoke when her cackling had died down.

"Who's he?" I asked. My anger was propelling me forward. And I think I liked it.

"Shut your mouth, you stupid human." The woman ordered and outstretched a boney grey hand that was tipped with black, pointed nails. Which monster was she? Her nails raked my face, light enough to make me squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breathing, but not deep enough to break the skin and draw blood. She was playing with me until she killed me.

I heard her chuckling and giggling under her breath like she was a demented little girl who had just gotten a new toy that she wanted to break. That seemed to be the last straw for me - for this new, angered and brave girl.

I opened my eyes, and grabbed a random, hardcover book that was on the shelf beside me. And just as I saw the old woman look at the book in confusion, I drew it back and then hit her so hard with it, across her face, that I saw some of her moldy, yellow teeth flying and hitting the floor.

"I didn't get to save my work."

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Well damn! Girl power! You go, Glen Coco! I mean Rachel! Lol I love that movie :')

Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter and I hoped you liked the creepiness and how Rachel fought for herself (I knew I did!) Don't forget to leave a vote and comment! :D