I Lost My Samsung Galaxy Smartphone And Now Someone Is Pretending To Be Me Online
Vomit swelled up my throat and I had to look away as Kane dragged the woman out of the way. The fire axe was shoved under the end of the handle, the wood dented and splintered from the force. Kane took to propping himself up on the stair railing and kicking it with all of the force he could muster.
I slammed my fist into the door. “THAT’S NOT ALLISON, I’M ALLISON. SOMEONE IS TRYING TO HURT YOU.”
The axe splintered into two pieces in a bone breaking crunch and I heard a meek voice reply. “I know.”
We jerked the door open and a body fell into me. I screamed, thinking she was dead, but she held onto me with all of her might, whispering, “It’s in there, it’s in there.”
Kane had the paper cutter blade in one hand and his phone flashlight in the other.
“Come out, you fuck. We already called the police. We have all of the evidence of what you did and were trying to do!”
I was holding onto the sobbing girl like she was the last solid thing on this planet. I pushed a hand through her hair and my hand came back dirty with blood and some sort of black dust. “What is this?” I whispered to her. “Are you hurt?”
“It’s covered in it. It grabbed me right before you opened the door, but it let go,” she whispered into my chest, her fingertips digging into my back.
Kane looked over his shoulder. “Is she okay?”
I nodded up to him. “I think so. She -”
Kane’s head jerked suddenly, a hard thump sounding from the other side of him. I watched his eyes roll back and he toppled over. The blade slid across the floor and his flashlight hit the ground with a crack of glass. In the shadows, I could see the left side of a face. Her cheeks looked more hollow than the photos and her hair was heavy with sweat and oil. Her hands were as black as her eyes, wrapped around the bottom of a fire extinguisher.
The girl in my arms screamed and I pushed her toward the stairs. “Go! GO! GO GET HELP!”
She stumbled down the first few before finding her footing and disappearing. I heard her opening and closing doors and I knew the books were still in place.
By the time I turned back, everything was black. She was practically on top of me, her eyes so close to mine that all I could see was the black dust pressed into the lines and curves of her eye sockets.
I took in a sharp breath and immediately regretted it. She smelled like rot and death. I tried to open my mouth to scream and she grabbed my face. She pressed her fingers into my closed eyes and started to rub.
“Just like you,” she whispered, rubbing black dust onto my eyelids and cheeks. I was frozen, yet somehow shuddering against her. Her body was hot, almost feverish, and she pressed it completely against me, pinning me to the wall. She was exactly my height, almost exactly my build.
“Allison…” she whispered in a sing-song tune. “We are Allison.”
My eyes stung and burned like fire, but my foot, in an attempt to brace myself, felt the blade on the floor. I tried to ease it closer with my toes as she rubbed and whispered on my face. Tears escaped from between my lashes and smeared the dust farther down my face. “We are Allison,” she whispered again, but harder this time. I finally opened one of my eyes as far as I could and stared at her.