00.00, Friday the 13th
He opened his eyes with a start. Something strange passed by in his dreams. Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, his eyes moving rapidly out of control. He sat up, slipped his legs into his sandals and walked till the kitchen to help himself to a glass of water. He stumbled in the dark for the switch. When he found it, he flipped it and moved closer to the drawer for a glass.
Once he was done, he moved slowly towards his bed again. Hundreds of thoughts passing by his head each second. He felt he was being watched. Watched from the silence over the house. The sound of the clock ticking made it hard for him to catch a wink now. He was awake. Wide awake. As he passed by his mirror, (though he didn't want to) he took a quick glance at it. He could swear he saw something move. He looked at his watch. 00.07, it read. He didn't want to move from his bed anymore.
He then felt a cold, chilling breeze coming through his windows. It was strange, he thought. He remembered closing the windows before he went to sleep. He went towards the windows to close it. He didn't want mosquitoes to trouble his sleep.
As he went closer to the window, it closed itself. With a smash. There wasn't only a tiny crack on the glass, but also a white mask, with two gaping holes and a knife to it's left.
He was left in shock for a second.
The next, he ran as fast as he could to the second bedroom . Thank God the windows were railed strong, he thought. He fumbled in the dark for the switch board again. Once his hands felt it, he banged the switches. All of them. The fan turned on, slowly picking up speed, the tube light flickered, the bed lamp lit at once, shining pale yellow around it. He was gasping for breath. Suddenly, he heard a loud smash and a deafening sound .He just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. He slowly walked up to the door trying to think of his next move. Once he got out of the room, he walked slowly towards the living room. He had to rush out . Immediately. He just crossed the dining table, when he heard something from his room again. He peeped into the room and hoped he wouldn't look into the mirror again. He noticed the windows hanging by their hinges and the railing- destroyed beyond imagination.
Once he moved into the living room, he stood still. Absolutely still. What he saw made sure his end was near.
There was a man around six feet tall, with a bloody knife clutched in his left hand and an eerily white mask covering his face. Only two gaping holes.
The boy, merely 14, took a step back. Then another, then another, till he finally reached the door. The man hadn't moved an inch. Keeping his eyes fixed on the man, he groped around for the keys.
He couldn't find them.
He tried again, opened his eyes as wide as possible and looked around.
He still couldn't find it .
He turned around to look at the man.
He had disappeared. Without a trace.
The boy hadn't been any more frightened. He walked towards his room, hoping to reach for his phone and call someone for help. As he ran towards his room, he ran into something. He was on the ground on all fours. As he looked up, he could only see a knife coming closer to him, each second. He knew this was it.
All of a sudden, James woke up with a start.
He looked at his watch,
"FRI, 13"
00.00 , it read.
He looked around.
He was all alone.
