Attacked
It started with a loud ringing in Roxanne's ears. Noises and bangs disturbed her sleep. Roxanne twisted and turned on her bed, unwilling to be disturbed by the sounds which took away her peace.
“”
Myriads of sounds all humbled together continued to haunt Roxanne until she had had enough of it. She opened her eyes and slowly rose up from bed. It was early, not even 7 am, yet she was already being disturbed.
It wasn’t Rita that woke her up though, neither was it her mother… It was a strange noise that disturbed her sleep.
"…A dream…?" She muttered to herself, still unsure of where the sound came from, or whether it was even real, to begin with. Since she just woke up, her senses were dull, and so she decided to return to bed since it was still early.
“Guahhhhhhh!!!!”
“Kyaaaaahhhh”
“Hahahahahahaha”
Roxanne heard sounds again. This time it belonged to people. Various noises with both fear and thrill mixed. Where it originated from, she had no idea.
“What the hell is happening?” Roxanne muttered, rousing herself from the singer which was clouding her face.
She left her room and walked to Rita's bedroom to ask if she was also hearing the noise and unpleasant mix of various conflicting sounds.
“Rita, it’s me… Open up!” Roxanne knocked.
As her hand hit the door, she found that the door was already ajar. For the first time, Roxanne decided to use her heightened senses, focusing more on her nose and found out that Rita was not in the house. She raised her nose and smelled even deeper.
“She was here less than an hour ago… She left her room for… The door?” Roxanne muttered.
Suddenly Roxanne's eyes widened. An expression of shock was written all over her face. What was this that she sensed? It felt unreal, yet Roxanne could feel it vividly. Now that she had increased the scope of her senses she could feel it, what was going on beyond the door.
It all started to make sense to her, why she suddenly woke up, why Rita's door was not closed properly… Because Rita was in a hurry to go somewhere, to leave the house. The reason for that, Roxanne was beginning to know.
Slowly, Roxanne walked to the door. Her body trembled as she approached it, raising her shaky hands to open it. As she drew nearer and focused on the door, the noise grew louder. She could hear it more clearly now.
Screams of pain, tears of agony, laughs of enjoyment, groans of struggle, cries for help… The conflicting mesh between the two seared through her brain, but Roxanne kept herself together and bravely opened the door, prepared for what she would see when she did.
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