The whisper was Emma's.

The lights turn on, the world continues on. Did time stop, or did I? My phone blinks back to life, my unsent message popping out. I look to my opened door, Emma nowhere in sight. I look up at my ceiling, all around my room, but no one, nothing. It wasn't my imagination. I had made Emma angry--angry enough to do something. I must've been telling Molly the trut-

MOLLY!

Emma never leaves my house; but she's been acting even more abnormal lately. I have to make sure that Molly's okay.

I jump from my bed and run down my house, making my way towards the door. I don't bother grabbing my jacket, I don't even lock the door once I'm through it. I run down street after street until I come to a wide house with a large lawn and trees.

I pound on the door with my fists, calling Molly's name. "Molly! Molly, are you in there?! Molly!"

The door flings open, I stumble back. Molly looks at me as if I'm crazy. "What the heck, Dakota?!" she demands. I gently pass her and into the house.

"Uh, come on in." she remarks.

"Sorry, Molly, I just had to make sure."

"Make sure? Of what?"

"Emm- I'll tell you later."

She lifts her eyebrow higher, staring at me. "Okay . . ."

I quickly apologize and exit her home, walking back to my own. As I walk, a kick a few rocks on the cement. I'm such an idiot! But I had to make sure. I also need to know where Emma is, find out what the heck happened! Was it really Emma, even?

I stare at my feet and the floor before me. I walk and walk and then, I stop. There's blood in front of me. I stare at it, letting my thoughts get the better of me. I look up, thirty feet away is my house. Thirty feet away, could be where I die. It could be where I get the answers, answers I probably won't want. Many things could be in that house . . . Many, many things.

I trudge forward.

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I open my door slowly, peeking in. I run to my couch only feet away and sit down, lifting my feet onto the cushions. I sit there for a few minutes,  looking around me, making sure I am alone.

Once my nerves have dropped just a little, I let my feet slide to the floor. I peer around again, looking at every shadow, every corner, every crevice in the room. Emma is nowhere, thankfully.

I stand, immediately sitting back down, feeling as if something was above me. I look up and nearly scream in horror. Emma is sitting on top of the light, leaning over to stare at me. Just staring at me, deathly.

"E-E-Emma!" my voice is suddenly a lot higher. "G-get down from there!"

She continues to not move an inch, without blinking, looking into my own eyes. She is not human, not of this world. The devil.

Or maybe I am far too paranoid to assume she is pure evil.

"Emma." I mumble. Could she hear me even? I try speaking one more time, "Emma, was that voice you? Earlier?" I may just cry.

She shakes her head. An answer.

Then suddenly, she falls down to the floor, not bothering to land on her feet, just a lump of a girl on the floor. She would be dead if she were normal, or at least injured, but she stands without the help of her arms, and walks the other direction, to my bedroom. I don't want to sleep in my bedroom tonight.