Erica
“Excuse me, this room is occupied.” I said, wanting him to leave, hoping that he had mistakenly entered but I knew it wasn’t a mistake. I should've listened to what my instincts were telling me. I shouldn't have come here. And when I made the mistake of following Jeremiah, I should've returned back immediately.
The man entered further into the room. I couldn't see his face but I knew he was smiling. I shifted to the side, putting the sofa between him and myself. “The party is down the hall.”
He shook his head as he kept coming toward me. With a nervous flutter, I rounded the sofa. He chuckled and I could hear the chill behind it. He said, “I am not here to attend the party, sweetheart. I am here for you.”
I didn't stop to think as I ran.
But he was fast. His hand wrapped around
