A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

At the bottom of the stairs, she turned right. (F/n) entered the dining room. The kitchen door was just a couple of seconds away from her. She paused, though, when she heard creaking coming from upstairs. Holding onto her towel tighter, she forced herself to keep going forward. If she turned around and checked on the noise, she might not learn whether the mannequin really was behind the note or not. Hopefully, it wasn't, and it would remain only a mannequin.

Palm resting on the door, she pressed it inward. The door opened, and the light was on. She could see the kitchen, and her eyes moved over to the corner. Behind her, creaking was in the entrance hall. (F/n) gulped and focused on the kitchen. When her eyes moved over to the corner, the mannequin ... It wasn't there. Her heart skipped a terrible beat before its rate increased. Creaking was in the dining room, and she heard a switch being moved. Darkness filled the space.

Before she could turn around, she heard it right behind her. Swiftly, she spun around only to feel herself pushed back into the kitchen. The light switch flicked off, and the door closed. Steps sounded right in front of her. Hurriedly, she picked herself and backed up into the darkness. Her left fingers ran along the counter, and she tried to find a knife. Eventually, her fingers found one, and she tugged it out of the knife block. Instantly, she held it in front of her. "... S-S-Stay ba-back," she stuttered out as she continued to back away from the door.

No creaking followed. She waited. Nothing happened. Scared completely, she moved around the center counter and back towards the door. Her movements were slow, and she kept the knife in front of her as her heart pounded in her chest. Creaking sounded again, and she froze. It didn't come towards her, though, and it soon stopped again. Carefully, she made her way over to the door again, and her hand quickly turned on the light switch.

There in the corner, the mannequin was back in its original position. She pressed herself to the door and simply stared at it for a long while. Shakily, she held out the knife and pointed it towards it. "Did you leave that note?" she managed to ask without stuttering. No answer. It didn't even move. "You're not fooling me." Still nothing. Had she lost it again? Shaking her head, she knew that she hadn't.

No doubt she wasn't dreaming. She had pinched herself, and she was wearing her towel. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and the fear she felt was far too real to be a dream. Moments ago, the mannequin hadn't been there. It was trying to trick her. (F/n) gripped the knife tighter, and she found herself being foolish; she was taking cautious steps towards the mannequin. "I'm not playing your game anymore. You're not going to make me look crazy." Holding up the knife higher, she prepared to strike it when she got closer.

Moments away from stabbing the thing, its head snapped towards her. Its blank dark brown eyes locked with her terrified (e/c) ones. Fear took over her, and her hand accidentally dropped the knife in the process. It clattered against the kitchen tile. She took a few steps back, and it began to move its other limbs to face her fully.

Not waiting another second, she spun around and ran. Her feet carried her across the kitchen, and she threw open the door. Behind her, creaking followed, and it was fast. "Sh*t, Sh*t," she continued to repeat as she hurried for the front door. That thing really was alive! All of those other times. Oh sh*t! No, not right now. She could think about those later; she needed to get out of the house.

About to leave the dining room, she saw the front door close to her. Ready to race into the entrance hall, she felt herself falling towards the ground as something grabbed her right ankle. She collided with the ground. Her arms protected her face, and she groaned in discomfort from the impact. Her ankle was free, and she quickly pushed herself up and tried to get back up to her feet. Again, her ankle was tugged.

"Let me go!" she cried out, trying to free herself as she hit the ground again, but not as hard as before. Her ankle was tugged harder, and she was dragged back. "Get off of me!" She could feel tears begin to form, and she was tugged back harshly one more time before she was flipped onto her back. (F/n) groaned in pain before she looked up and felt her heart beat horrendously in her chest. On all fours by her feet was the mannequin. It appeared absolutely demented in the position it was in, almost looking like a spider but with four legs.

Not even allowed to crawl back, the mannequin closed the distance between them and crawled on top of her. She struggled underneath and attempted to kick and push it off of her. In an instant, her wrists were restrained by her head, and the mannequin's face was inches from hers. Her eyes were wide, and she felt a few tears drip down her cheeks. "What the f*ck do you want?!" she cried out as she attempted to get her wrists free.

Face getting closer to hers, she pressed her head as far back as she could. It tilted its head, but its expression didn't change. Words felt trapped in her throat, and she was trying to decipher what it would do next. It seemed to analyze her. Then again, it could simply want her to become more fearful. She didn't know, but she did know that she wanted it off of her. Finally, words found her again, and she asked, "... Did you leave that note?" Maybe if she distracted it, it would give her an opening.

Steadily, it nodded. "Why?" It raised itself off of her. In an instant, she took that opportunity to try and bolt, but its right hand grabbed her by the hair and ripped her back. A loud cry left past her lips, and more tears escaped her eyes. She fell back onto her bottom and saw it shake its head at her before it gave no warning and began to drag her towards the stairs. Her hands reached up to her head, and she tried to free herself.

"Why are you doing this?!" she yelled out before she continued to wince from the pain of being dragged up the stairs. No answer greeted her, and her hands instinctively lowered themselves down to the towel to keep it around her form. Soon, they reached the top of the stairs, and she was dragged to her room. The door slammed shut behind them. Its hand left her head before it grabbed her right wrist and tugged her up.

Barely, she was able to get up onto her feet before she was harshly pulled across her room and tossed onto her bed. She bounced a little, and she quickly backed herself up against her headboard. (F/n) clutched her towel to her form and watched the thing move over to her desk. It grabbed paper and a pen before it began to write. In moments, another note was in front of her. Cautiously, she read it. She will betray you. She isn't telling you the truth. Her eyes glanced between the note and it. "... Why are you telling me this?" As she voiced the question, she wished to scoot across her bed and closer to her door, but its eyes wouldn't leave her. It didn't help that it didn't blink.

Another note soon flew across the room in a paper airplane and landed in front of her. Be watchful. Be careful not to tell. Her eyes looked up and over to the mannequin. Before she even really could react, it moved across the space between her desk and bed. A scream fell from her lips, and she tried to get off, but the thing climbed onto the bed. It pulled her over and pressed its right index finger to her lips.

When it removed its finger, it continued to stare at her. "... Don't say anything to Anita?" It nodded. "Just watch?" Again, it nodded before it patted her on the left cheek. It crawled off of her and stood up before it went back to her desk. Another note flew over to her. Also, get me new clothes. These are awful. Before she could even ask anything, it already was leaving her room.

Almost, she jumped up from the bed when it snapped its head back. It pressed its left index finger to its lips before it turned back around and closed her door. Swiftly, she got up and locked the door. She ran over to her cell phone on her nightstand to call Anita before she paused. Don't tell. What would it do if she did? Would it kill her? No doubt it certainly could.

For awhile, she stared at her phone and debated on the action. She didn't hear any more creaking. Was it right outside of her door and listening in? Her eyes moved over to the wooden object, and she steeled herself as she walked back towards it. (F/n) unlocked the item and opened it. Nearly, she fell back on her bottom. It was standing right outside, and its eyes looked down to her before they moved over to her phone. If it could smirk, she had a feeling that it would.

Setting her phone down on the ground, she backed away from the thing and went over to her closet. She held the towel close to her and entered the small room. (F/n) closed the door and locked it. Her closet light was on, and she backed herself against the wall before she slipped down the wall. Knees pressed against her chest, she rested her head on them and hugged her arms around them. It really was alive, and it was right outside her room.

Never had she felt so trapped before. Tears leaked from her eyes, and she desperately wanted to call Anita or contact someone to get help, but what would the mannequin do in turn? Scared, she froze when she heard creaking again. Knocks on her closet door followed, and she pressed herself against the wall more. Her eyes moved over to the boxes on her shelf. In one of them was her laptop, but it was right outside the door. Did it know about her laptop?

Even if it didn't, it probably would hear her typing on it. No, she couldn't go on it now. She had to wait for a better time. It clearly didn't want Anita to find out about it, so during the day was her chance to contact someone, but the problem was who? If not Anita, who would be in the kitchen and right by it, then who? Who would believe her and not think her crazy? Not to mention that even if Anita wasn't in the kitchen, it'd be suspicious if she pulled Anita aside to talk to her. There also existed the problem of what the mannequin wrote to her. Was Anita really going to betray her?