Nobody | Nikto

Who would have thought that one day you would have to hide in your own home.

You knew Nikto had a strange sense of humor and was constantly having problems with his head. Others knew this too, so you distrusted him and tried to keep your distance. But you decided otherwise. You believed that friendship was proof, not doubt. You invited Nikto over for a drink.

You drank a little. No one acted like it was his last night. You were sure that just a little more and he would fall asleep. At first, everything went exactly like that. He was drifting off, his breathing became heavy... and then he jerked upright and looked at you as if he were seeing you for the first time.

He stood up and left. You followed.

In the kitchen he took a knife.

Tension surged through his temples. The next moment, he swung, sharply, without thinking. The blade whizzed past, the alcohol impairing his coordination.

-Are you crazy? - you shouted, instantly sobering up.

“Run, fuck,” he grinned, but then tripped and collapsed in the corridor between you and the exit.

Panic took over. You rushed into the rooms, grabbing a vase from the nightstand as you went. In the far room, you pressed yourself into the narrow space behind the door, squeezing it until your fingers hurt.

Nobody was already walking around the house, slowly, clutching a knife in his hand.

“Where are you, bitch…” he croaked in a slurred voice.