Die, Die My Darling

11

     Haddonfield was quiet. Almost no activity was going on, the children weren't playing in their yards, just the occasional passerby walking home or on their bike. Lillian was freaked out, on edge, and scared. She was told by her uncle to split up, to extend their search. Local authorities were warned that a madman was on the loose, possibly armed and dangerous.
    
Lillian picked up her pace and began practically running through town. That's when she saw it. The Myers' house. It was old, abandoned, and in awful condition. The house stood like a looming shadow, staring deep into her soul. The siding on the house looked as if it were rotting off, and many of the windows were shattered. A chill ran down her spine as she peered up at a particular window. A feeling of dread washed over her. She felt as if she's been here before. She stared, in complete shock, and slowly walked to the door. She knocked yet nobody answered. Obviously nobody is here, idiot.. She cursed to herself. A key sat just beside her shoe and she snorted. Leaving this here probably wasn't intentional.. She thought. Nonetheless - she picked up the key and fiddled with the lock, letting herself in.
    
Immediately she was overwhelmed by dust and dirt below her shoes, and a rat munching in the corner. The hairs on her neck stood up as she walked through the old house, looking around at everything left behind. Suddenly she got the feeling of being watched. She turned around, seeing a shadow move about in another room. Her breath caught in her throat as she rushed to the door to leave but then she froze.

"Michael?" She called, but didn't expect an answer. No response came, so she decided to look around. For a second she felt stupid, looking around a creepy, abandoned house for a dangerous man that's over twice her size. She suddenly stopped in her tracks when she spotted some blood on the old floor. She should really get an officer out here rather than mess about in an abandoned house when god knows what lurks around inside. Quickly, she exited. Her boots were now covered in dust but she didn't care.

A group of girls walked past her, saying something about a weirdo behind the bush. That stopped Lillian. That was probably Michael, knowing his awkward stature and tendency to stare. She stopped them, "Where's the bush..?" She asked them, they stopped, puzzled.

A blonde girl stared at her like she had two heads. "Pardon?"

"Ah, sorry. You said there was a weirdo behind a bush. I'm looking for someone - it's part of a drill." Lillian smiled, trying to look harmless.

"Oh, it's over there." The blonde girl said, pointing over to a large hedge.

Lillian mumbled a quick thanks and ran over to the hedge and found absolutely nothing. A nervous hand raked through her hair and she sighed deeply. She couldn't get any leads with just nothing, but now she knows he was in the area at the very least, and probably close since a group of girls mentioned a "weirdo" who she assumed was Michael.

Lillian's nervousness and anxiety only grew when she realized it was beginning to get darker, the sun beginning to fade. She noticed a few of the residents preparing candy bowls and lawn chairs. Children would be out tonight, walking the sidewalks. Vulnerable. He hasn't made any moves as of yet, and she hoped it would remain that way until he was found. Lillian clutched her purse tighter and hugged her cardigan closer as the chill of the fall air began to creep into her bones. God only knows what the night will bring for her.