Cold and wet, I tried to make my way home. The howling of the wind told me one thing: he was coming. The rain splattered my face, making it hard to see. I knew I had to find shelter, and fast.   

They called me crazy.   

In the distance, I spotted an old, abandoned house. Picking up my pace, I pushed my way through the rain and wind towards shelter.

They all did.   

Finally, I made it to the porch, pushed open the door, and bolted inside. I locked it behind me, but I knew it wouldn't do much good.

Ever since the experiment went wrong and killed that man, they said I was insane.   

It was pitch black in the house. I groped for a light switch. Upon not finding one, I hesitantly pulled out my cell phone. With shaking hands, I pressed the flashlight button. The room illuminated. Nervously, I held it out. I tried not to use it that often. If I did, he'd be able to find me. He can do things like that.   

But his ghost is haunting me, I'm sure of it.   

I didn't take time to examine my surroundings. I hurried towards the steps leading down into the basement.

The whispers that no one else hears are proof.   

There was a door at the bottom, and I shut it hastily. I pulled the string attached to a light, and the bulb flickered to life. The place was bare, but it would do well for a hiding place.   

I've tried reasoning with him, but he just laughs that maniacal laugh and leaves my thoughts.

I sat down on the cold stone floor and wrapped my arms around my knees. I felt a strange sort of safety. I'd outran him, finally, and now I'd managed to get a moment of peace. Everything was going well.

I know he's plotting to kill me, I just don't know when.

The door suddenly creaked slightly open. I jumped up from the floor as it slammed shut again. The lights flickered, then went out.

Then I heard his whisper.

"It's me, Jasper."

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Another amazing short story by CCWinters! Sorry I haven't gotten to update in a while, but I will be back soon (hopefully).

Peace!

-Max