Franks POV

I sped down the stairs as fast as I could.
"Wha-oh my god Gerard. What happened?"
"I don't know," he replied. "But we need to get out of here... I've got it! Go pack your bags and I'll call Mikey. We can stay over there for as long as we need." I nodded in agreement then ran upstairs to get some stuff packed.
As I made my way around the room, I could hear the dials on the wall phone being pushed. Not too long after, I heard Gerard on the phone, telling about everything that happened.
I shivered as I felt a cooling sense go up my back as I gathered clothes in an old suit case.
"Frannnkk.... I'm cooomingg fooor youu.." I heard something whisper in my ear, but as I jumped around, nothing was there.
"Look, I don't know who the fuck you are, but you need to leave! I don't like games!" I looked around the room in anger, but finding nothing proving that someone was here with me. I scowled and finished packing up my bag, heading downstairs.

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The air in Mikey's home felt warmer than are by just a little. It sure as hell looked a whole lot nicer in here too. Mikey gave us a reassuring hug as we walked through the door, offering us a seat on his couch.
Gerard broke the silence with a thank you to Mikey.
"Hey, thanks for letting us stay here, Mikes. Where can we sleep?" Mikey thought for a moment. I mean, he lived alone in a three bedroom house, so there must be someplace we could sleep.
"Well for your own safety, I suggest sleeping in my room with me, but you don't have to. I have some empty rooms. I do get pretty lonely in here at night though..." Gerard questionably looked over at me for my decision.
"I guess we could sleep in here... Might be for the better, right?" I looked back at Gerard, awaiting his approval. Gerard nodded in return.
"Alright then," Mikey smiled. "I'll get beds set up and whatnot. There's food in the kitchen while you guys wait, if you'd like."
All at once, we got up off the couch.
"Mikes, we'll be outside for a few minutes if you need us," Gerard called at Mikey. He tugged my arm and brought me out on the deck with him.
"What'd you bring us out here for?" I asked.
"I don't know, but there's something I need to do real quick-"
Gerard reached for the back of my head, pulling it to his and gently kissing my lips.
I looked at his delicate smile as he pulled away. I gave off a smile of my own, before getting pulled back inside with Gerard.
"Well, I got your beds set up," Mikey said as he found us in the kitchen.
We followed him into a room about the size of our kitchen, which isn't too big, and looked at the frayed mattresses on the floor.
"Please try to refrain from fucking during your stay though."
"No worries, Mikes," Gerard laughed.
"Well, I need to use the bathroom real quick." I walked out of Mikey's room, and into the bathroom. As I closed the door, I heard an unfamiliar clicking sound, followed by an increasing appearance of blood on the door. Once the blood had finished dripping from the door, it had three large lines, vertically aligned. I looked in complete horror. I grasped the door handle, twisting it in both directions, but it would not open.
Could this possibly be my last day on earth?