Cold

Victoria's POV

I yelled and told him everything I had seen in my dream and to my biggest surprise he did not deny it.

After he left, I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. I sat on the restroom tube and tiredly rubbed my two hands on my face as the memory kept flashing.

“Hello.” I heard a voice in the room which I knew wasn't Eric's.

With trembling legs and panting breath, I opened the door of the bathroom and walked into the room, only to meet a man who should be in his early thirties. He was putting on short blue jeans, a black T-shirt and a face cap.

Rubbing my hands on my arms, I slowly made my way to him, but made sure I was a bit far from him.

“How can I help you”? I asked while staring at him. “I'm here to fix the door,” he said, while pointing a finger at the door on the floor.

“Oh, I see.” I nodded my head at him and sat on the bed.

He moved away from the entrance of the room, walked into the room and kept his working tools on the floor.

I sat on the bed with my both