A/N: I would recommend putting the video on loop since it's short.
Who thought she could be so indecisive about an afternoon snack? She wanted to get one quick, so she could continue the book that she was reading. Now, though, she couldn't decide between five options: plain Oreos, golden Oreos, chocolate covered popcorn, chocolate chip cookies, or strawberry flavored pocky. Usually, she would've grabbed one of the five things within a minute at most, but she was nervous. (F/n) couldn't place why she felt that way; she was alone in the house after all.
Still, it felt like someone was watching her. It seemed like someone's gaze was burning into her, yet when she peered behind her, she didn't see anyone. Regardless of what she saw, her hands were slightly trembling. She had never felt this anxious before. Perhaps, it was just that she was staying in a different house for the night, but just in case she would make sure that everything was locked before she went to bed. Then again, maybe she should check all the locks now.
Deciding that to be a good course of action, she closed the cupboard that she had open and went over to the kitchen window. It was locked. So, she made her way over to the front door, and it was locked. She carried out this procedure throughout the whole house. Thankfully, there was nothing unlocked. Was someone outside, then? If they were, she didn't wish to take one step out there.
In fact she had an uneasy feeling ever since she entered the house, but she pushed it aside. At the time she was too elated to worry about her nerves, and she had thought that the feeling would go away. It didn't. Well, she didn't pay attention to it while she was reading, but now in the kitchen, it was bothering her again. (F/n) had no idea why the feeling wouldn't stop, since it hadn't happened before. Still, it just felt like something was off about the home.
She hadn't felt this way when Nathan was giving her a tour of his home, but now was different. Annoyed with it, though, she reminded herself about the money and about the fact that Nathan was a trusted friend of her parents. If he put her in a dangerous situation, he would have to deal with the wrath of them. So, she forcefully kicked the feeling away and grabbed the bag of chocolate chip cookies.
Before living the kitchen/living room area, she scanned over the space one last time. Not catching sight of anything unusual, she marched back to her room and locked the door behind her. She practically jumped onto the plush bed before she set the bag of cookies nearby. (F/n) picked her mystery book back up and began to read from where she left off.
During the whole time of her locking the house and acting somewhat paranoid, Drem watched with complete amusement. Nathan was no longer present to ward off the vibe he gave, leaving the little doe to feel the entirety of it. The way she had darted around the kitchen, living room and presumably the rest of the house was unexpected, but he had anticipated that she would start to act somewhat strange eventually. Already, her optimistic attitude, from earlier in the day, was vanishing if not completely gone for the moment.
He let out a low chuckle at the memory. If she felt that uneasy already, he could only imagine how she would act later on. Pressing himself against his limited surroundings, he wondered what he could do for the moment. His fingers trailed down the wall in front of him, and his lips upturned into a grin.
Not holding back, he curled his right hand into a fist and banged against the wall. He had no idea what she would hear, but he did know that she would hear something. The auburn-haired male would get to see the little doe again. His prey might come running out with fear dancing in her (e/c) eyes. It would be delightful if that were to happen.
(F/n) was just reaching a part in her book where the protagonist was heading onto a train, since that's where they were led. The steam engine blew its whistle in the book just as a sound went throughout the house. It was very faint, and she could barely hear it, but she jumped a little when her ears first noticed it.
Carefully, she set her book down and listened for it again. It sounded like a light tapping. Her mind going to various solutions, most involving something worrisome, she grabbed her pocket knife, which she had left in her backpack. With the small weapon in hand, she remained on her bed and took her phone from the nightstand on the right side of the bed.
There was no way that she was leaving her room. The sound could be coming from some bird tapping against a part of the house, but part of her doubted that safe assumption. So, she remained in her locked room with a weapon and phone at the ready. Perhaps, she should call her parents and have them check the place out. That seemed reasonable until she remembered that by now they were out of town.
Her parents were going to a classical music concert that was in the next town over. It would be several hours probably before they could make it back to Gasper Drive. Besides, they had been looking forward to that concert for several months now. Perhaps, the strange sound would go away in an hour or so. Maybe, it would be sooner than that.
When he didn't see her coming out, he tried again and again. After about ten minutes of committing the action, he stopped and sighed with frustration. So, she was going to stay in her safe room. Well, that wouldn't be interesting at all. It would seem that he would have to resort back to the waiting game.
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Even after the sound halted, (f/n) remained in her room. She just continued to read her book until it became dark outside. Setting her plain pale green bookmark into her book, she set the text on her bed and went to close the curtains in the room.
Afterwards, she turned on the lamps in her room before she took a deep breath in and exhaled. She unlocked her room door and headed into the rest of the house. Not before long all the curtains in the house were closed, and some more of the lights were turned on.
With the house all set up for the evening, she decided to take a quick shower and change into some comfy nightclothes. Normally, she would've relaxed under the cool water, but she found herself hurrying through the process of her shower. Taking into account the weird feeling she had all day and the strange tapping sound, she didn't want to remain in such a vulnerable position for too long. Granted, she would be even more defenseless when she would be sleeping. Still, she wasn't going to let such things get in the way of her rest.
Besides, if there really was something going on, she needed her sleep to properly deal with it. Additionally, she had her pocket knife and the knives in the kitchen. So, once she was done with her shower, she quickly changed into some new undergarments and into her pajamas. Her old clothes were already in the bathroom hamper. She proceeded to comb the knots out of her hair, and when she finished, she exited from the bathroom.
Heading into the kitchen, she went over to the fridge to see what she could have for dinner. Before she had taken her shower, she had put the bag of cookies back in the proper cupboard. Regardless, she found some fruit, vegetables, cheese and deli meat inside. She figured that she could make herself a simple fruit and cheese plate for dinner. Granted, she would grab some of the crackers that she found earlier. A simple glass of water would accompany her meal.
Having finished preparing her food, she went over into the living room. The unsettling feeling was still present, but she paid little attention to it. Eventually, she would get used to it. Well, she hoped that she would anyway. Besides, she had already checked the area for any unsuspected person and had found none. Likewise, all the curtains in the house were closed, so no one could peer inside and look at her. With these facts in mind, she just told herself that it was a trick of her mind, and she was worrying herself for no reason.
Now sitting upon the couch, she set down her plate of food next to her and picked up the remote from the black particle board rectangular coffee table. She pressed the power button and started to search through the channels, eventually stopping on a murder mystery. Her attention soon became solely focused on the program, as she occasionally took a bite of her food.
Placing the palm of his left hand on the wall, he bit on his right thumb nail. He couldn't really see her face, just the tip of her nose. The way she was casually eating her food, though, suggested that she was no longer in a state of paranoia. How had she already grown accustomed to his presence? It was probably because he hadn't done enough. In his current position, he could only do so much. Drem wanted to do so much more, though.
Instead, she was sitting and enjoying her meal. Perhaps, he should bang against the wall again and get her attention. No, then she might run off scared. He wanted to scare her, but not so much to keep her away from the area. Rather, he wished for her to come closer; he needed for her to come closer. That's why earlier, the banging should've drawn her to the room. When he had the opportunity, she would no longer be able to eat so casually in front of him or even around him. A doe couldn't be relaxed when so close to a predator.