I can't leave.

I have been stuck here for a day. Stuck in my own room with no sign of escape.

All because that thing won't let me leave.

Standing there in front of my door.

Constantly whistling.

"Let me go!"

"I want to leave this fuckin room!" I shout.

But yet, the whistling only grows louder.

At first, I was scared. Almost pissed myself as I saw it just stand there. I mean, who wouldn't be scared when a person much taller than yourself just appears in your room within a second.

But now I'm mostly just annoyed.

It hasn't done anything. It just stands there whistling.

I tried to push it, but it felt like I was pushing at something at a brick wall. It just wouldn't budge.

I tried to take a picture of it to send to my friends, but every time I try, my phone just closes down.

I tried to call someone, but my phone doesn't have any service.

Since it's clothes hid most of its body, I couldn't see its face nor its shape. All I could make out was some markings along it's arms.

Obviously, it's something supernatural, so I took the residue salt from my popcorn bowl and made a circle around it.

And it has not moved an inch since it got here so I assume it worked.

It's looking at me now.

I can't see it's eyes, but wherever I go, the head follows me.

To be honest, I'm starting to freak out again. But it still hasn't moved, so I assume the salt is doing its thing.

The salt doesn't work.

It moved.

It fucking moved.

Just two steps, but it moved.

I-is it grinning?

IT MOVED AGAIN!

I just blinked, but I know that thing moved, maybe just an inch, but I know it did.

It's toying with me.

I tried to find anything on the internet about it. Mostly old forum posts about something similar that was spotted close to unusual deaths or accidents. But noting about it actually being involved in any of the-IT FUCKING MOVED AGAIN!

It's not hiding it anymore. I saw it move a whole two meters towards me. Cornering me into a corner. My desk and bed are to my sides with the thing right in front of me.

"What do you want!" I roared at it.

But it just kept on whistling.

Without looking away from it, I decided to take my switch-blade laying on my desk.

Then without hesitation, I stabbed it in the gut. Or at least where the gut would be on a normal human.

I know it went through, but there isn't any blood. Nor any reaction from it. Just simply whistling.

Looking up, I see it though.

How it's hunched over me.

How its ungodly arms have gotten their hold over me.

How it's whistling is louder, sounding almost like a cackling laughter.

"What are you!" I roar.

"Why won't you let me leave?!" I scream.

"I just want to leave!" I cry.

As my tears run down I feel it's rotten breath flow down my neck.

I dare not look up again. For the possibility of seeing it's face just fills my heart with terror.

As my heart races, I hear something break through the whistling. A voice that shouldn't exist. A voice that God long abandon. Yet still, it speaks.

"φόβος."

I scream.