She hit the bottom with a resounding thump, her body laying stiff at the end of the staircase.
The neighbors at this time are usually outside singing, dancing or eating together which would be helpful in her case if she just ran outside like a sensible person in harm's way. It bent at a weird angle and she screeched in agony, but nobody besides him would hear her. Her back hit the stairs first, a cracking noise came with it and next was her arm, she landed on it when trying to catch herself. He reached for her ankle, dragging her back down the stairs and back into the basement, where he pushed her.
She needs her sleep ya know, so it was very unkind of you to intrude on an old woman making all that unnecessary noise.” Dragging his hand on his face, pulling the skin from under his eyes to relieve some stress, but only getting more agitated. “Hitting me on the head was one thing and I could’ve let it slide, however you fucked with my mama.
“Now, miss your death would’ve been fast, but now I want to take my time with you.” He grinned, yanking her head to an angle that looked rather uncomfortable. Her cries of help fell on faint ears, but he couldn’t risk his mother waking up to her constant whining and so he threw the rest of her body out the door swiftly closing it behind him. Her body trying to stand upright, but before she could pull the rest of her body out from under his mother’s bed, he grabbed her shoulder, his hold tight enough that she yelped in pain and dragged her out the room. A loud and harsh thump from behind him caught him off guard, and he briskly turned around to search the room, eyes falling on the small frame crawling from under the bed. Now that he thought of it she was probably one of those people who can’t function right, without thinking about the situation as it’s happening. He should have brought a weapon, but brushed it off that she probably didn’t have much strength to hold the knife with her dominant hand.
On the contrary she still had that knife equipped on her. He tried to think of why he felt so paranoid, and then it struck him, he realized she never dropped that knife downstairs. The comforting noise of his mother’s snores dimmed down his delusions in his head, but something lingered in the back of his brain once more. Doing a quick once over he glanced around the whole room, making sure that he didn’t cause too much noise to wake her. Long strides zeroed in on his mother’s bedroom door, opening the door swiftly and the old door squealed with a lowered howl.