Killer Geek (SLOW UPDATES)

Yn

My breath caught in my throat, and the phone slipped slightly in my damp palm. The distorted voice dripped with malice, each word sending icy tendrils down my spine.

“What do you want?” My voice wavered, barely above a whisper.

The laugh that followed was low and mocking, cutting through the line like a serrated blade. “Isn’t it obvious? I want to play again. You were so much fun last time.”

My eyes darted to the windows, the blinds half-closed. I could see the faint outline of the front yard, empty but cloaked in eerie stillness.

“I’m not playing your sick games,” I snapped, trying to summon some strength in my voice, though I could feel the trembling in my hands.

“Oh, but you don’t get a choice, sweetheart,” he drawled. “And here I thought you’d be happy to hear from me again. Didn’t Randy tell you? He’s so worried about you. Such a sweet guy, isn’t he?”

The mention of Randy made my stomach churn. “Leave him out of this.”

The voice chuckled, sending a fresh wave of dread through me. “Oh, I don’t think I will. You know, Randy would look good in your mailbox too.”

The air left my lungs in a strangled gasp. My grip on the phone tightened, and I turned, pressing my back against the wall as though it could shield me from his words.

“You’re sick,” I hissed, bile rising in my throat.

“Sick? Maybe. But I’m not the one hanging out with a bunch of liars and killers. Tell me, Y/N, how does it feel to not know who you can trust?”

His words struck a chord, and I swallowed hard, my mind racing. My eyes darted to the front door, then the kitchen, scanning for anything I could use to protect myself.

“Stop hiding,” I spat, trying to keep him talking while I edged toward the counter. “If you’re so tough, show your face.”

Another laugh, colder this time. “Oh, you’ll see me soon enough. But for now, I think I’ll keep you guessing. It’s more fun that way.”

The line went dead, the dial tone blaring in my ear.

I slammed the phone down, my hands shaking uncontrollably. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. His words echoed in my mind, each one seeping into my bones.

Randy would look good in your mailbox too.

I staggered toward the kitchen, grabbing the largest knife I could find and clutching it tightly. My legs felt like jelly as I moved to check the locks again, my eyes darting to every shadow and corner.

The house felt too big, too empty, and yet suffocating all at once. My breaths came in shallow gasps as I peeked through the blinds, scanning the yard for any sign of movement.

Nothing.

I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, squeezing my eyes shut. The silence was deafening, broken only by the faint sound of the wind outside.

Think, Y/N, think.

The voice had been so confident, so close. He’d known about Randy, about everything. And now, I couldn’t help but wonder—was he watching me even now?

The thought made my skin crawl, and I backed away from the window, clutching the knife tighter. I needed to call someone. Billy? Tatum? But what if—

A loud thud on the porch made me jump, my heart leaping into my throat.