2:45 am — ep. 1

2:45 am…

Lade woke up with a start, panting and sweat dripping down her face, neck and chest. The heat and power outage can do that to someone plus the fact that she couldn’t shower before bed.

She swore she heard footsteps but wasn’t sure it was a dream or happened.

She wiped the sweat off her brow and reclined back to her sleeping posture...

She heaved a soft sigh and shut her eyes... Ding dong! came the doorbell. "Lade it's Jennifer, please open the door" came a shrill voice from outside.

"This isn't Jennifer's voice" she muttered under her breath and what could be so urgent that can't wait till morning?

Ding dong! Ding dong! came the doorbell again...

"Lade please now, don't keep me out here"

The voice became shriller this time almost like a bird crying out. It sent shivers down her spine to think her deep-voiced friend would sound like that...

"What's wrong Jenny?"

she asked while reaching out for her torchlight phone. She sprang up to her feet, dashed towards the door and opened it.

There he stood... tall, dark, wild and dishevelled... Staring with bloodshot eyes that can pierce through one’s soul. He smelled like fresh blood and semen and with a gun pointed at Lade.

"May I come in?" He growled.

To be continued…