Unmasked

"TASTE IT! TASTE IT!" The man in Christian's face said in a wide, horrifying grin; eyes nearly popping out of their sockets—chopping his own hand. Kathleen only watched the entire frightening scene, shrieking in fear.

She wanted to run and leave the house, but the idea of him being the real Christian ceased her judgements. He must be a doppelganger. He should be! Yet, what if...

"S-Stop!! Please, stop!"

Christian only stood there, knife still in hand, still wearing his terrifying grin. Dogs in the neighborhood started howling. Suddenly, the lights went off. Although the sun has begun to explore most parts of the living room, Kathleen still couldn't see him clearly.

Disregarding the cold sweat beading her body and the twists and knots of mixed emotions made every breath a strained battle, she forced herself to move closer to him. One step, and one more...

"He's listening! He's listening!"