I don’t stop to think about what I’m doing. I clamber towards the stairs, whip around the railing, and quietly make my way up the steps. Briefly, I consider the movie title of the horror movie they’d make after my life. Making my way down the hall, I peek into open rooms, holding the knife out in front of me. The hallway is long and wide, with five of the bedrooms up here. Just as I step out of one of the empty bedrooms, I hear a small thump. It sounded like it came from my room. With bated breath, I creep down the hallway, holding all my weight on my toes. No fucking idea how ballerinas do it. My bedroom door is shut. Adrenaline steadily releases into my bloodstream, like injecting heroin in a vein. It wasn’t shut before. I stand outside my door, staring at it as if it’s going to grow a face and warn me of what’s inside. That’d totally be beneficial right now. Because not knowing what I will find on the other side is the worst part. That’s what makes my heart pound viciously in my chest and tightens my lungs. Will I open the door and see the shadow from my nightmares? Going through my things? My eyes widen, realization hitting that the sick fuck could be going through my underwear drawer. The thought sends a tsunami of anger washing over me, and before I can consider the ramifications, I barrel through the door. No one is inside. I charge through the room, checking every corner before storming out onto the balcony. No one. Chest heaving, I whip around and scope out the room, trying to figure out where an intruder could hide. My eyes pause on the closet. I aim for it, sliding the door open so forcefully, it nearly comes off the track. My arm lashes through the clothing, searching for someone that isn't here. But I know I heard something. My breath catches when I turn, and my eyes sweep across my bed, forcing me to backtrack. Right under my bed is Gigi’s diary, lying on the floor and flipped open. That must’ve been what the thump was, but how the fuck did it fall? My blood freezes when I look on my nightstand and see the diary I’ve been reading still there. I had put Gigi’s other two diaries in my nightstand for safekeeping until I got to them. So how did one of them end up on the floor? With another suspicious sweep of the room, I walk over to the book and pick it up, leaving it open. Skimming my eyes across the page, I pause when I take in the words.