The switch of Sanity

Chapter 1

Your POV
My eyes slowly drift open as darkness greets my eyes.
I look around searching for my phone to check the time.  My hands searched my nightstand until I felt something shaped like my phone. I pick it up.
The brightness of my phone was like a god damn spotlight shining in my face. 
I groan and blink as my eyes adjust to the intense brightness.  I look at the time. 2:59 am.
I sigh as I lay back down in my bed starring up at my celling.
I thought of the 3:00 witching hour where all the creatures and demons of the night come out to stalk and devour their prey....
"No, it's just some story to tell at sleepovers to freak your friends out..." I thought to myself. 
I remembered the three rules of the witching hour; NEVER get out of bed, NEVER look out the window, and NEVER look above the bed covers. 
I shivered feeling slightly absolutely terrified  at what could be lurking deep into the night.
I also felt hungry but didn't dare get up from the 'safety' of my bed without a chainsaw, flamethrower, and a flashlight to protect me. "Whatever. It's not like any of that stuff is real...I'm a fricken 17 year old girl. Why do I even care??" 
I thought trying to reassure myself.
I look around my pitch black room and decide to try and get up for the sake of precious food.
I carefully grab my phone and turn on my flashlight.
The darkness instantly went away, until I shined my phone somewhere else.
I looked at the time. 3:06
I was out of bed at 3:06 am. I suddenly heard something move.  I broke the first rule.
Well, looks like I'm gonna die. I couldn't help but look out my window. Shadows started to move.
I broke the second rule.
Oh shit. I just broke two rules at the same time.
I felt my heart pick up it's speed as I panicked a little.
Without any hesitation, I yeeted myself back in my bed hoping that it wouldn't be too late for me. I lay there, flat as paper and still as a doll. I sneaked a peek from above the covers.
I broke the last rule.
Well shit.
I. Am. Screwed.
(??????) POV
3:00 am. Perfect. There's no other time than to go on a killing spreeat 3:00 am, the witching hour.
Nothing like killing paranoid people. With my knife in hand,
I emerged from the deep dark forest with my companion at my side.
His bloody paws stomping against the ground. His teeth sharp, painted and stained with dry blood. His snout, forever smiling, picking up the wonderful smell of fear.
His eye sockets, black and lifeless. Searching for our next victim.
His blood red fur stands on edge when he senses the rapid heart rate of our next victim.
He grunts and growls when he picked up the sent of our victim. His raises his head in delight and picks up his pace from a casual trot, to running.
I pick up my pace to keep up with him. I grip my knife a little harder. His grunts and growls becoming louder as he senses their location.
His pace quickened as well as my pace. He screams his terrifying howl.
'This is gonna be fun~'
Your POV
there I lay, becoming more petrified each second.
I Felt my body being starved of oxygen as I try hard not to breathe loudly or at all.
I felt myself  wanting to start panting to receive the necessary oxygen. I held back as best I could, until
I gasped for air. I then heard a ear piercing howl.
I shut my eyes as I dug deeper into the covers of my bed. 'OMFG WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!?!?'
I lay there, curled up in a ball, waiting and listening for something, anything.
Listening for the slightest little sounds that not even the foxes with the biggest ears can hear. My heart racing and pounding in my chest.
I held my phone tightly to my chest, ready to dial 911. 'I-it w-was probably a wolf,
Maybe if I just read some creepy pasta fanfics, it will make me feel better..'  I thought to myself as I pulled up some Jeff the killer fan fics.
I was a huge creepypasta fan.
I loved to right fanfics and read other people's fanfics and theories.
I liked each and every one of the pastas, but my favorite was Jeff the killer.
I loved the way he looks and how his weapon is a simple kitchen knife.
I loved his raven black hair and his handsome pale blue eyes.
I will admit I had a little crush on him.
As I read, I slowly felt better.
It's like all my worries melted away.
Around 30 minutes later I heard footsteps. My eyes shot wide open. 'It's probably just mom..' I thought. Only the problem was, that my mom was away on a business trip. 'OMG W-what the hell!?!' I quietly sat up in my bed.
I looked around the pitch black room. I raised my phone, my hand trembling,
I turned on my flashlight, but there wasn't anyone there.
I sighed a breath of relief. 'Ok (y/n)...just get up and go check it out..' I took in a deep breath, and took a step of my bed.
I took a few more steps towards my door then tripped over something. "AH SHIT!" I yelled/whispered while I landed on my face.
I landed with a loud thump. "Owwww...." I groaned in brief pain as I got up. I looked down to try and see what I tripped over. "What the actual FUCK?!?" I said as my eyes widened In fear.
I had tripped over some sort of blood stained dog bone. "Ok, now that is just messed up.
And I don't even have a dog." I whispered to myself.  (A/n sry if u do have a dog. Doggos da best.) I quietly stepped out of my room and stared at the stairs.
My hand trembling as I grasped the hand rail. I started to make my way down the stairs, avoiding the stairs that creaked.
I got to the bottom and nervously looked around. I saw nothing so I made my way to the fridge.