My New Neighbor

Episode 5

Pete’s feet continued to increase in abnormal crescendo and the more I hear the sound of his knives, the more my heart skips in fear.

I couldn’t think and I couldn’t concentrate. I grabbed my head tightly like a possessed being and started thinking of the next possible solution.

I couldn’t use my phone to get help because it was dead neither could the Gateman help me because he died too.

Many things are already dead, my phone, the gateman. I wouldn’t want to be on the list, not this night.

The bloods that was coming out of my hands wasn’t helping matter neither was the freezing temperature of the room helping matter.

I was bleeding and freezing at the same time and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I get unconscious. My cloths was already stained with my blood, I had obviously lost too much blood from that cut Pete gave me with his knife.

I started scrutinizing and looking around maybe I could see anything to defend myself. The only thing I could see was some big cartoon, a couch and some big stuff with dead bodies. Bodies of Cynthia and the rest.

I was still lost in thought when I heard the first bang on the door, then it was followed by a stab. The knife went straight into the door and knew that it won’t take Pete more than 20 minutes to tear the whole door down, coupled with the fact that he was strong and he has a very sharp knives.

“Ahaa, Pete. So fast, Please give me some minutes to think or what is this problem of yours”, I asked myself without expecting any reasonable answer. I was still busy scrutinizing the whole room.

Then the second bang came, it was louder this time and I guess that he must have used his legs instead of hand.

“Do you want to spoil the door Pete?, the Caretaker is gonna come for you if you destroy it”, I whispered to myself again, but at that moment, the door wasn’t important to me, it was my life that was important.

I didn’t wait for him to make the third bang before I started dragging all the big cartons and couch towards the entrance.

I needed them to block his entrance, at least, I know that it’s gonna give me some few more minutes.

I piled them up and I stacked them upon each other. I placed some cartons on the couch and I used it to block the door.

When Pete noticed what I had down, he started banging the door like it’s the last thing he wanted to do before dying. He was doing nothing less than two kicks and two stabs in five seconds.

The only thing left to be dragged was the dead bodies and I wouldn’t do that, I had never been so near to a corpse.

Then at some point, the whole bangings and noise stopped, everything became silent for some moment. I thought Pete has given up on killing me and he has regained his senses back, I was still trying to peep and check him through the destroyed part of the door when an Axe missed my face.

“Jesus, mother of Mar…..oops , Jesus son or Mary”, I screamed in my mind with my bulging eyes. The Axe missed my head with an inch. “So, this bstrd hasn’t given up, he went back to reinforce”, I thought to myself.

The very first strike Pete gave the door with the Axe destroyed a whole carton. The strike spilled all the contents in the heavy carton and to my surprise, the carton was full of knives. No wonder it was so heavy when I was carrying it.

I grabbed two knives and hid them in my trousers. “I cannot carry last”, I whispered to myself, moreover, I was so cold and helpless, I had to do something to help my situation.

Pete was about to tear the door down with the big Axe when I noticed another door behind the bodies, it was a small green door that marched the colour of the paints used for the room. I couldn’t notice it earlier because of the bodies and cartons blocking it. The colour helped in making it discreet too.

I ran to the door as fast as I could and I paved way for myself while dragging the bodies away.

I unlocked the door as fast as I could and it was at the exact time Pete gave the door the last taste of the Axe.

I entered the room again and locked it again from inside. I was too surprised with what I found inside the room. It was a dark room that was illuminated with a dim blue light and I could see another load of dead bodies in the room.

“What kind of stubborn bishh are you?”, I heard Pete shouting aggressively. I escaping from his knives again made him angry. I didn’t even reply him or made any attempt to, I was busy tending to my wounds and gasping for breath.

I was still backing the corpse and tending to my wounds when I felt a light pull from behind, I felt the pull on my cloth again and it was followed with a question.

“Won’t you be needing some help there Kelly”?