Haunted by Screams (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter 2. My old man.

People die,

Beauty fades

Love changes,

And you will always be alone...

 - L.J. Smith. 

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It couldn’t be true. Why would it in honestly be true? 

A message? Why would he, she or it send a message to us stating that whoever did this is now after our lives? What had we done to deserve this horrifying and grim reward when all we’d ever done in our lives was to live it as we’re supposed to do… 

But what if it was true? What if everything that her friend said actually could be correct?  

If so, this person wants to play a game with us, a game it knows we all will lose if we aren’t careful enough… 

”But that’s just a theory, A GAME THEORY!” 

Nora snapped out of her thinking. Jessica had replaced her serious look with a great smile instead. Nora felt that she had to play along and hide the dread that slowly began to give her shivers. 

”Jesus Christ Jessica, you need to stop spending so much time on YouTube as you do. It’s not healthy.”

She just grinned and joined Nora’s side as they began walking once again. 

”What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, right?” 

”That wasn’t even funny, Jess” 

They walked the remaining path in silence, processing the things both had said. When they arrived at Jessica’s house she gave Nora a quick hug and a ”See you tomorrow” before she went inside. Nora heard how she locked the door once she had closed it. 

 At least she’s taking this seriously. 

She looked at her clock. Three more hours until her old man would come home and she could  finally relax and feel a bit safer. Nora began walking the dusty and leaves filled road back home alone, turning around frequently to see that no-one was following her. 

October wasn’t exactly her favorite month of the year but she couldn’t deny that it held a distant form of beauty in it. The shorter and cooler days which became more and more frequent for every hour that went by reminded her about that the world continues moving despite that you might be frozen, unable to move and therefor stuck in a never-endless loop, repeatedly showing the actions and choices which caused you to stop moving and just, be. 

Her gaze fell on the cloudy sky.

What are we really doing here? Why do we cause and let so many tragedies happen to us when we in several of the situations are able to prevent if from happening, yet we don’t? Sure, last night’s event perhaps couldn’t have been stopped, but there are so many other things we’re able to prevent. So why don’t we? Is it fear or have we already told ourselves that it won’t change anything and we just simple walk by, pretending that we’ve seen nothing to be able to live on and manage to carry on our heavy duties in life? Are we really that selfish? She refused to believe it. 

Jesus, If someone had been able to read her thoughts they’d probably told her that the golden age of philosophy was several hundred years ago and that she’d been born in the wrong century.

The sound of her footsteps were swallowed by the light breeze’s movements in the neighborhood and caused the leaves to tremble and her to shiver. 

Plenty of questions. Few answers.

As usually then she guessed. 

Once she spotted her house down the road she felt calmness beginning to wash over her and the  footsteps became automatically quicker. All she wanted was to come home to safety and relax, sit down and wait for her old man to come home telling her that everything would be fine and that the killer who was terrorizing their town had been caught. With a bit shaky hands she found the keys and locked the door up, throwing herself inside before closing the door quickly behind her. She turned the two locks on the inside and breathed out.