112 — THE ATTACK

Hours later, Alex was bone tired after overseeing the clean up of both the garden and halls.

Most of the guests had gone home and finally, exactly two AM, he finally made it to his room.

He arrived at the door and froze.

Something was off.

The white powder he’d sprinkled on the knob was still intact, but a sliver of dread crawled up his spine. He had a feeling that someone was either watching him or had somehow gained access into his room.

“I’m probably just tired.” He muttered sleepily. Nothing really looked out of the ordinary after all.

He unlocked the door and stepped into the pitch black room, trying to remember if he’d actually turned off the lights himself or not.

Finally, it dawned on him that he hated darkness. Always had.

When he was poor and lacked accommodation, sometimes, he and Jayden had to sleep in pitch black abandoned or uncompleted buildings. Since then, Alex had developed a phobia for darkness.

A very serious phobia.

He could never sleep with the lights off. H