YOU ARE IN TROUBLE

    It was past ten in the night when Nora and Danny drove Faith back to her apartment. Before she left the car, Nora had looked at her and when she realized, she raised her brows. 

       "What?" 

       "Are you sure?" 

       "Of course." 

       "Faith, you know you're always welcome at our place, right Danny?" 

       "Yeah, right," Danny said turning to look at them. 

  Faith exhaled. "Come on, you guys, you've done enough for me already, I don't wanna be a liability or something. I really appreciate, everything you've done, but, let me sort this myself." 

       "If you say so. Come here," Nora said and spread her arms. Faith went in. 

        "Alright, bye guys," Faith said cheerfully. 

         "Make sure you call me if anything happens. I'll keep reaching out to that fraudster landlord." Faith nodded to that, opened the car door and was about to step out of the car when Nora drew her back inside. 

         "Nora, what now?" 

  Nora lean closer to her ear and whispered. "He is hot though, remember that." 

       "What?! Get off me you bitch!" Faith teased and went out of the car. 

        She stood waving at their car until they zoomed off and out of sight. She looked up and down the street. The street was hushed, except for occasional hoot of an owl nearby and the mew of neighbourhood cats. The street lights illuminated the streets, she clutched her jacket to her body while she climbed the few stairs by the door of the reception. The night was cold enough. She slot in her key card and the system approved it, she pushed back the bullet prove door and stepped into the foyer. 

       She began to wonder if her supposed roommate was at home or out of the house. She strode over to the elevator, the lights were bright, but the whole building was quiet. She wondered if everyone living in the building was an early bird. The elevator door opened and she went in, glad that no one was there. How she dreaded seeing couples these days. 

       Few seconds later, the elevator opened to the fifth floor. She stepped out and walked down the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps muffled by the old rugs on the floor. She was suddenly washed over by that feeling. That phasmophobic feeling. She quickly slot her card in the door to her apartment and it opened into a dark apartment. As she had reckoned, he had left the house. She switched on the light and slumped on a sofa, trying to catch her breath and peeling off layers of clothes, her boots, stockings, jacket. She stood up and started towards the room again, putting her hands underneath her blouse and unstrapped her bra. 

      The room was also dark, she took of her pant and was only in her panties and her blouse. She switched on the light and almost screamed when she saw him lying carelessly on the bed. He stirred, but didn't wake up. She quickly, turned off the light again, and wore her pant. 

       Why was he still in this room? He wanted her to move her things to the other room? No way. She tiptoe to the closet with the light from her phone, opened a box and brought out her father's old trumpet that had always fascinated her and her father had to teach her how to use it. 

        She put on the light again and he turned to lie on his stomach. She moved to the edge of the bed and blew the trumpet. 

       He jumped from bed and was confused by the loud sound and where it came from. His brain finally registered his environment and he saw Faith Prescott blowing the trumpet. He hurried over to were she stood blowing the trumpet seriously and grabbed it from her.