Anastasia's Pov : ' Anastasia ' Pov '

I knew me and my kids had to get out of there soon. It was around 8:00 pm when I put my kids to bed knowing that they would need the extra rest if they were going to get up before he awakened. I was in the bedroom packing my bags and getting ready to go to bed when I heard his footsteps coming down the hallway into the room. I shoved the bags in the closet, jumped in the bed and pretended like I was in a deep sleep. As he walked in the bedroom, I noticed him pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed, talking to himself, with his hands in his pocket. I laid there shaking, praying to God that he was going to leave me alone. He walked over to the bedside and pulled a knife slowly out of his pocket. At that moment, I knew I had to do something if I was going to escape him. I jumped up, ready to fight back but by that time it was too late. He had already started to force the knife into my chest and there was nothing I could do to escape it. I remember feeling a deep sting, seeing blood all around me and gasping for air. I remember being able to vaguely see him grab the kids and leave the house as I tried to scream but nothing would come out. My eyes began to roll in the back of my head as my body became limp and I exhaled for the last

I fell to the floor and scrunched my eyes closed. He kept mumbling that same sentence in that same voice. I started crying and begged him to go away but he just got closer and closer until I felt him crouch next to me. I kept on crying and begging him to go away. He didn't and I felt him grab my chin and pull it towards him

"Sorry for being so late. My electricity got shut off so the alarm didn't wake me."

It was behind me. HE, was behind me. Chasing me with a dull, rusty dog-blood coated knife. MY dog's blood. I was just getting into bed when my dog started barking. Then it whined, and then he stopped. My dog never stops barking when there is someone at my door until I come to the door. I had gone just outside my bedroom door when I saw my dog, headless. They next thing I saw was a man dressed in complete black, with a cleaver, covered in blood. He ran after me. I went into my bedroom and locked the door. I tried escaping through the window but there was some creepy lady standing in the drive-way. Probably an accomplice, I was a sitting duck. Then I remembered the secret passage way my great grandfather had installed, but when I opened

“You're not stupid.” He whispers leaning back towards me. My head shot back down, looking at my knees as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. I sighed thinking how dumb I was, I was finally here with him. Alone. And I wasn’t taking advantage of it. “Come on, tell me.” he says quietly in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

His head jerks up as I call him by his hated nickname. Surprisingly though, he doesn't scold me for scaring him or for calling him by the name he’d told me countless times not to say. He moves his hands to cover whatever it was that he was writing in his little notebook. That's a little suspicious, but I'll figure it out later. When he realizes that I'm not going to leave, he just closes it and looks up at me.

I breathe in a gust of air. She wants to listen to me. I lean forward, my ripped jeans tightening against my legs. I let out the breath I was holding.

I heard the car backing up on to the driveway. He was here. The man. I sprang out of bed as I heard the door opening. I quickly scanned the room for a spot to hide. I heard the keys hitting the table. I was running out of time. In a panic, I tried crawling under my bed. Trying to bend my body into impossible shapes, there was no use. I couldn't fit. Heavy footsteps hit the stairs, growing louder with each step. Bang. BANG. BANG! I was running out of time. I quickly squeezed myself into my tiny closet. I hugged my legs to chest. By now the man was at my door. He opened it with one movement of his hand. Things crashing and breaking as he searched for me. Each footstep rumbled the ground like an earthquake. His footsteps approached my closet.

“Let’s go!” My mom screams to me at the top of her lungs. “I can’t be late for work.”

Everything seemed to go in slow-motion. He rolled down his window, propelled his arm backwards and threw the contents of his drink on me.

“Come on Mom.” I say. “We need to hurry if we are going to make it by the time the sun sets.”

I give him directions of where my house is and really start to wonder why he wanted to take me home. He has a girlfriend and seems to be really in love with her, shaking my head I look out the

I hear him packing some things in his rucksack. Food, maybe. I try to guess what he is packing by the sound of it. In no time, he drags me out the door. Outside, the waves of panic came flooding like a tsunami. The crowds was starting to make me feel nauseous.

I touch his face lightly and I can feel the warmth that spread to his body and I smile because he never stopped loving me. I take his hand

I have to make a plan. Where is he? I don’t know my way around the house. Is he in his kitchen? Or still asleep? I press my ear to the door. I listen to see if I can hear him in the kitchen. I don’t. Maybe he is still asleep, or he could be waiting out in the hallway ready to kill me. I can’t risk it.