Crowd loud. Something felt off. Kids screaming, everyone happy. But my chest? Tight. Like danger was walking around wearing perfume.
I sat on a bench, first-floor windows glowing, people laughing. Normal night. Too normal.
Then noise broke. Not fun noise. Screaming noise.
"Kn!fe! First floor man k!lled!" someone shouted.
People ran, falling, panic spreading like fire in dry grass. My heartbeat kicked like a drum inside my neck. I turned—and saw him.
Black jacket. Helmet. Kn!fe hidden under his sleeve like a dirty secret. Not running. Not scared. Just moving like he owned fear itself. He stared at me. Not at my face—through me. Like he was choosing someone. Like he was thinking, you're next.
My legs wanted to run. My mind whispered something stupid: Follow him. Why would I chase de@th? Idk. Curiosity is dumb sometimes. But I moved. Slow. Careful. Breath shaking. Eyes locked on that black helmet.
After that night, the city went crazy. Only first-floor people dy!ng. Pattern. Everyone saying, "Don't live close to ground. Easy target."I live alone. First floor. Congrats to me, great life choices.
I tried being brave. Checked murder spots. Watched windows. Studied stairs, locks, exits. Trying to understand him. Who kills like homework? Pattern. Routine. Like he is marking buildings like ticks on a list.
I felt him again. Not seeing him—feeling him. Air shifting. That pressure in my spine. Gloves, jacket… something wrong in the silence.
Once, 2 AM. Bike engine outside my window. I just waited. Didn't breathe right for hours.
Nightmare kept coming. Door almost closing—and he slides in. Slow. Knife catching a tiny light. Like he enjoyed fear more than killing.
I woke up gasping. Room normal, windows closed. Still felt him there.
And till now… sometimes, when I look through my curtains, I don't see anyone. But I feel someone smiling. Outside. Waiting.
-----Story by Pragati priya 🤍
This is a fictional story. No real events. No real killer. Only vibes, nightmares, and my imagination doing cardio at midnight. Stay safe, lock your windows, and don't chase mysterious helmet guys… leave that to the characters.