11 Chapter 11 (2/2)

Right before entering, he pulls the showers curtain to his right, and when he enters, he pulls them back.

He placed his right hand on the faucet of the shower, pushing it up, causing the water to begin running.

He begins to wet his hair but stops for a second, he begins to think of Gillian. ”Something... something about her is just...” he says to himself, as he looks at the door of the bathroom, ”why does she care so much about me?” he asks himself.

Gillian turns around, facing the wardrobe, and begins to walk. She turns right and enters the kitchen.

She walks over to the stove and turns on one of the cooktops, ”I doubt that this will work now” she says to herself before twisting one of the buttons on the control panel.

Suddenly, one of the burners on the stove top begins to turn red. ”What!?” she mutters. ”It works!” she thinks to herself. ”Ahh... I don't know how it works now, nor do I even care, all I need now is some food” she says to herself, walking over to the fridge.

She opens the fridge and looks through all the perishable goods, finding eggs, bacon, cheese, beans, lettuce, and a few other things. She takes out eggs and the bacon.

Afterwards, she looks for a pan and some oil, and after finding them, she begins by placing some oil into the pan and placing it over the burning burner to heat up the oil.

After heating up the oil, she first begins frying the rashers, she placed 4 rashers onto the pan. She flips the rashers over a few times before taking them the pan of the fire. Gillian could see that the rashers turned a nice, crisp colour.

She places the rashers onto the clean plate and proceeds on frying some eggs, she cracks two into the pan.

Frank finished showering and exits the bathroom, just as he began to walk, he could smell the scent of cooked eggs, and he could hear the sound of sizzling.

He continues to walk towards his bed to get some clothes.

After a few minutes, Frank begins to walk over to Gillian, entering the kitchen. He is wearing an orange polo top and blue denim jeans. He stays quiet, watching Gillian cook.

After a few moments, he takes in a deep breath before saying ”thank you”.

Gillian gets a slight fright, she turns her head and sees Frank.

”You scared me,” she said beginning to slightly chuckle.

”Oh, sorry” he replied, smiling at her.

”Do you need some help with that?” Frank asks her.

”Ummm...” she begins, ”no, I am good, thanks.... but if you want you can make something of your own to add to the table” she adds.

”Sure” adds Frank as he begins to walk over to the fridge.

When he reaches the fridge, he opens the door of the fridge and looks through it.

He gathered some tomatoes, a stick of cucumber, and some feta cheese.

He began to cut the tomatoes on a cutting board, placing them into a bowl. After he cut the cucumber, placing them too into the bowl.

Finally, he cuts the feta cheese into squares, adding into the bowl.

Frank seasons the salad with oil and salt, mixing it up.

He heads back to the fridge, opens it and picks up the lettuce.

Suddenly, something falls to the floor, a piece of paper.

Frank notices the folded up page, he returns the lettuce back into the fridge and he bends down to get the page. When he does, he unfolds the page and begins to read it.

Gillian notices him looking through a page, ”what is that?” she asks him.

”What the fuck?” Frank reacts when he finishes reading the page.

”What it is?” she asks him, walking over to him. After walking over to him, Frank hands her over the page. Gillian takes the page and reads through it.

”To Frank and Gillian, run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I am the gingerbread man,” she reads the page, totally confused.

”How did that get there?” Frank asks.

”I have no clue...” she begins ”wait...” Gillian pauses, walking over to the door, and with her right hand, she pushed down the door handle. She opens the door...

”The door is unlocked...” she says.

”No... that... that is not possible, I... I locked it last night,” Frank says as he too walks over to the door.

”Maybe it is from the people who were here before us?” Frank suggests.

”That have the exact same name as you and me?” Gillian questions him.

”I... I... don't know...” Frank begins, ”but then how does this person know our names?” he asks her.

”I wish I knew...” she answers looking at Frank, feeling uneasy.