This was meant to be a scary short story. Horror isn't my thing but I tried my best!

One step. Two steps. Three steps. Four. Only the sound of my shoes clatter through the room. My heart thumping and head soaring, all I know is that I'm not alone.

Someone lingers here, waiting for me. This isn't my home anymore, I know I'm not safe. The doorknob at the end of the hall, starts to shake.

The room is dim and light is limited, my breath is starting to hitch.

Closer and closer, I fit my hand firmly on the knob, panicked and nervous.

But then I feel a soft breath, warm and calm tingle on my neck...