[ WP ] You wake up to two messages on your phone from an unknown number . The first is a picture of you . The second : `` Run . ''

The floorboards creaked and moaned as they tended to do in a windy thunderstorm. First it was the banging that woke me originally, I had n't slept in a day or so and the exhaustion finally hit me about an hour before. Then bed buzzed once. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, ignoring it. The bed then buzzed twice shortly after the first. I immediately got annoyed with the offending object and peeked an eye open to turn the screen on and turn off the vibrating setting. This proved to be rather difficult as I had cracked the screen of my Samsung earlier in the week and required two eyes now. I clumsily slid my finger across the screen opening it to the messages by accident, the unread message from a 1-800 number was odd and stuck out. I was curious now, the annoyed feeling gone. I clicked on it thinking about the stupid stories you hear about people texting the wrong number and began to feel a bit eager to see what the messages said. The first was a picture loading slowly, the second had a single word on it, `` Run.'' I raised a brow, and clicked on the picture, hoping it'd load faster that way. It did and as I recognized the same black and white bed-sheets as I had on my bed right now, the hair stood up on the back of my arms and an icy feeling ran down to my toes. With a feeling of building horror, I looked at me sleeping. One leg stuck out from under the covers and I could tell from my position, it was taken quite recently. I was still sprawled out with the same leg sticking out from under the covers still. Now it felt more exposed than comfortable in that position. I went into observing mode, taking in the angle in the picture. It was from above me, and seemed to be taken from the door way. Why would they want me to run? Can I run past them? Can I run right now? How fast can I run? They want this to be a game, obviously, so can I defend myself then? My eyes flashed to the nightstand drawer next to me, I knew my pocket knife was in there. Where were they hiding? How did they get in? Did they have a key? Did they just break in? If they were far enough away, maybe I could grab the knife, but if I did what happens when they take it from me and use it against me? The phone buzzed again, I jumped slightly. I looked down, there was a new message now below the command to run, it read `` Now.'' Well he was n't very chatty. Rude. I halfway wanted to text him back and tell him to piss off but I felt like it was n't a good plan for the long run. I took in a quiet breath and launched into action, flipping over and throwing the covers off then jumping off the bed to begin my panic dash. I was wearing shorts and a tank top as my usual sleeping outfit, and the shorts had risen up sometime in the night leaving me with an uncomfortable wedgie that I was n't about to adjust, just in case he decided to come at me for whatever reason. I wanted to have my hands free for clawing his eyes out if I had too. It occurred to me that I might be able to wake my neighbors up if I could get outside. I had a feeling he'd be some where near the front door, assuming he did n't want me to get out of the actual house, so I vouched for quietly going out the back door and hopping the fence. 
 
 I arrived at the back door and reached for the door handle to push down and get out of this place. I felt the impact of a hard object hitting me from the side and my head bouncing off the tile of the kitchen before I realized I had just been side-tackled to the floor. 
 
 Le cliffhanger:3 you're welcome. Will be back after I actually sleep.
