The Typewriter

Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Susan could hear her heart start to race. Click, click, click, click. The typewriter in front of her, though no one was touching it, was typing. Susan stepped forward as the words on the piece of paper came to an end... Run, run and don't look back!

Susan ran, she ran through darkness, she ranon and on. Until, finally she came to light. There, another typewriter sat in front of her. Click, click, click, click. The message, even more frightening... She's Behind You!

Susan slowly turned around to face her chaser, but what she saw was not of anything she ever imagined; she was staring into her own face.

"I wouldn't have turned around if I were you." Her other self hissed.

"But you are me." Susan tried saying casually.

Susan's subconscious self stared at her, "You're wrong, I am nobody, yet somebody. I am the one who will take over your consciousness."

Before Susan knew it, her heart stopped, yet she still was still able to move. She spit blood out of her mouth, "You... aren't... going... to... win. You... will... be... the... one... to... die."

Suddenly, she had a knife in her hand. She quickly, even with an unbeating heart, stabbed the knife deep into her subconscious body.

- Tell me what should happen next. -