I get into the car with Ville, anxious to get home. That drummer really gave me the chills. Ville seems a bit on edge as well.
"Ville, are you ok?"
"Are you sure?"
"I said I'm fine," he said with a bit of a harsher tone.
"Okay. Sorry." He takes my hand in his.
"I'm sorry, that drummer gives me a bad feeling, and my senses are heightened is all."
"You'll be safe though my love, I promise." He bends over and kisses my cheek.
"Whatever you say." We finally get back home and I start to cook dinner for the both of us, in order to get my mind off of him. The way that drummer looked at me gave me the chills. His piercing dark brown eyes, they looked a bit demonic. I shake my head, certain that I would never see him again and start to cook some chicken Marsala, mashed potatoes, and a vegetable type side. I feel Ville wrap his arms around my waist.
"Smells good beautiful." He kisses my neck.
"Yeah, I hope so. God dammit." I sigh and start searching through the cabinets.
"What is it love?"
"I don't have any of that spice I like to use for the Marsala to give it that extra spice."
"I can go run to the store real quick if you'd like. It'll only take five minutes."
"Oh, its okay. It just might taste a little funny is all."
"Silly girl, it's not a problem at all. I'll be right back." He hugs me tight and grabs his keys and leaves. Ville's house is creepy when you're there all alone, very ominous feeling, like there is something dark in there. I continue to cook for about ten minutes, fixing up the mashed potatoes, stirring up the vegetable dish, when I hear the door open. I grab the pot of Marsala sauce I'm mixing and head over towards the door.
"Wow Ville that was fast I..." I drop my saucepan. Standing at the door isn't Ville, it isn't Ville at all, it was that weird drummer, with those dark demonic eyes. My eyes open wide and I take a few steps back as he inches closer to me. He has a crowbar in his hands, as well as rope.
"Now now pretty, we don't have much time for games." I run. I'm running as fast as I can throughout Ville's house, but I'm afraid to go into some of the rooms because I don't know what's in them, but he's gaining on me. I run into a random room, and I shut and lock the door. It's pitch black in this room. I feel around for the light and finally find it, and take a chair I see sitting at a desk and put it in front of the door. He is beating on the door with the crowbar, and I know it won't be long before he gets to me. I look around the room and scream out, because it's quite a scary room, filled with statues of demons and ritualistic things I would imagine, and it still freaks me out. However, I do see a bathroom in this room, and in the bathroom, there's a window a few feet from the door and I quickly hurry to it, open the window, and try to climb out of it. It is a tiny window. If I can even fit out of it, it will definitely be a tight squeeze. As I'm struggling to get out of the window, I can hear the crowbar beating of the door less and less, and I am hopeful that I will get out before he can get in. Finally, as I wiggle and struggle my way out of the window, I am free. I end up taking a small drop down unto the grass, as I try to get unto my knees, which isn't an incredibly easy task, I see shoes right in front of me. My eyes open wide and I glance up, and there he is, the drummer. I try to scream but he wraps his arm around me tightly and his hand around my mouth. He hits me hard with the crowbar and I fall down to the ground. He quickly duct tapes my mouth shut and ties my hands and feet. I can feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness. As I open and shut my eyes for the final time, I see him smiling.