-Charlotte-
I hear a bang on my window, and notice a chunk of blue plastic set on the piece of wood below it.
"That's odd"
I open the window, grab the ruler off my desk, then poke it off the piece of wood. It falls to the grass.
I close the window again, then return to my friends sitting on my bed.
A minute later, I go to check up on the window. The blue piece of plastic is on the piece of wood again. I jump aback, startled a bit, then shake it out of my mind. Another minute later, I hear a bang on my window. I walk over, fed up, and saw the plastic sitting in the grass, except this time it was blood red.
"Ohmygosh...."
"What?" Ariel asks, walking over to join me.
I take my time explaining the situation to her and Melbourne. We leave my room shortly after I tell them.
We now sit on the couch in the living room, with all the curtains and blinds closed, the windows and doors locked, and burried deep in a cozy wool blanket.
"I'm going to go check out the backyard," I say, slipping my coat and shoes on.
My bedroom window is in the back portion of our property.
"Here!" Melbourne says, tossing the flashlight in my direction.
"Thanks"
I flip the light on, then leave the house with my house key, making sure the door locks behind me. I walk down the pathway in front of my house, that winds into my backyard beyond the gate. I open it carefully, then shut it firmly behind me, taking steps two at a time. I rush into the backyard, only with a small knife from the kitchen in my hand. I look around frantically, then notice the once blue, then red plastic has turned black. I cover my mouth with my hand, trying not to scream. I creep closer to the plastic, then see the unmistakeable, bold lettering printed on the side of the black plastic. It says: Death.
I raise an eyebrow, pick up the plastic, then stuff it in my pocket. It must be some older teenagers in our neighbourhood playing a prank. But my mind is whooshing with disturbing images and thoughts, because my mind is somehow convinced there is some kind of killer out here, stalking us. I rush out of the backyard, and into the house.
Melbourne raises an eyebrow as if to say: 'What happened?' |