Writing lesson- middle of a story

Part 2 

 

I slowly turn to walk up the stairs, hesitantly. I make my way up the creaky steps,, expecting the phone to stop ringing, but it doesn’t. I think I might’ve thought about this too much, I answer the phone and put on a fake front of confidence to say hello, at first no sound came through the phone but then I started to hear a muffled voice, it sounded like they were gasping for air in between sentences  but I couldn’t understand or make out what they were saying. It started to get a bit clearer, I was panicking my hands were shaking and my palms were sweating. Then I heard it “ you have to go, now, you have to.. they’re coming for you”. Then the phone goes dead, I know it could be anyone with a phone ringing me as a joke but this felt real, every part of my brain was yelling at me to leave, run as fast as I could so that’s what I did. I ran out of my front door,  just turned right and sprinted I didn’t know where I was going I just knew I had to go. Who, who was coming for me? Who called me? Where the hell is everyone? I concentrate on where I am running before I’m forced to stop dead in my tracks. I had turned right and started running, but now I’m right outside of my house again, like I looped back around. Was I going crazy? I started running again and after about ten seconds my house is there again, I look around me, look down the street and my mind goes fuzzy, am I still drunk? Did I take some pills last night that I don’t remember? My whole street is just the same five houses over and over again on both sides like some optical illusion. I’m trapped, stuck and It feels like the world is closing in on me, the next thing I know my mind goes cold, and I stumble to the ground.