Missing Time

The blade was in Kate’s hand. The panic instantly overwhelmed her. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to grasp her bearings. At first, she had no clue where she was or why she had a knife in her hand. At least it was clean. At least she had not hurt anyone or herself. As Kate was slowly able to focus and take in her surroundings, she realised that she was crouched in the corner of her attic. Hiding behind her plastic boxes full of Christmas decorations.

She pulled herself together and climbed down the old metal ladder. Trying to remember what happened was just stressing Kate out. She had no clue about what had happened. All she knew, was that whatever had happened could have ended very badly.

Kate realised that she was missing time. There were blank moments in her memory. The question she really needed to find out was, how much time? She headed into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. She chugged it down and just leant against the countertop. Glancing at the time on the microwave it was three in the morning. Kate had lost four hours of memories.

She filled up the glass with more water, checked all of the doors and windows. Everything was closed and locked. She made her way upstairs and climbed into bed and just laid there looking up to the ceiling questioning everything.

It was becoming very clear that she had just been sleepwalking and that there was nothing going on. So, with this in mind Kate turned over and tried to go to sleep. However, something didn’t feel right. Something was still playing on her mind, but she couldn't tell what.

There was a large crash coming from outside the bedroom door. Kate woke with a start. She sat there trying to listen out for any movement coming from outside the door. It was silent. Kate started to wonder whether she had just dreamt the sound. As she was drifting off to sleep beforehand. So, she theorised that she was just in the state between sleep and being awake. That was why she heard a noise.

Just as she went to snuggle back down into the covers, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps walking towards the door. From the sound of the footsteps, it was clearly a man in her house and now he was opening her bedroom door. Quickly pulling the covers cup to her chin and closing her eyes tightly Kate waited with bated breath.

At this point there was nothing else she could really do. This man was coming into her room, and she was on the second floor of the house, so jumping out of the window safely was not really an option for her.

The door swung open; she could hear the footsteps making their way over towards her. Kate was trying her hardest not panic or do anything that would give it away that she was awake and aware of what was happening.

She could feel that he was standing in front of her towering over the bed. The sound of material crumpling and the pressure on the bed. He was leaning right over her. Kate was just picturing it all in her mind. She felt as if he had seen through her attempts to trick him.

“There you are.” The mans deep voice jarred Kate. “You thought that you could hide and run away from me that easily?” He smirked. It was taking everything that Kate had not to scream. He stood back up and made his away around the bed and Kate just pictured him standing there looking over her.

Everything was coming back to Kate. She was going to sleep, and this man had broken into her home. She had caught him in the act. He then chased her, she grabbed a knife and tried to scare him off, but he had hit her across the head. That was why she could not remember anything. She had gone into the attic to get away from this man and she must have passed out.

Kate knew that she was now trapped. There was nothing she could do. She resigned herself to her fate, kept her eyes closed and slowly drifted off to sleep.