Never Underestimate A Women

A Killer Story- Part 2

I get up and throw myself behind the biggest bush I could find and thankfully it's big enough to cover me. Okay, we'll if I'm supposedly hidden why does it look like he is looking right at me. Oh he's kind of cute. Wait, no, you weirdo, he literally just dumped a dead body not even two minutes ago. Gosh what is wrong with me.

His piercing green eyes are burning through my brown eyes and into my soul. Jeez, I'm going to die. Great, before I even get to fully live my life, I'm going to die by some suspiciously gorgeous killer.

Okay, so maybe he doesn't see me cause he just turned around. Oh, but now he's laughing. Why is he laughing? He's walking away from his only witness. Okay, okay, you're good, stay cool child. He didn't see you or hear your obnoxiously loud fall. Good, see, he is now far gone. Can't even see him.

Okay let's go shall we? Oh, ow, ouch! Well, there goes my ankle. Fun times, right. Can this night get any worse. Wait, no, shut up y, don't say that. Now something seriously as is going to happen to you.

I start to limp home and about fifteen minutes later, I'm standing at my front door. I already have a headache. I open the door and am swarmed with the smell of alcohol and smoke, as well as the sound of screaming children. Lovely. I limp straight to my room trying to forget the night I just had. Although, should I forget it? Should I not go to the police? No, you idiot, why would you do that? You do that then it becomes known to everyone, including the murderer, that you saw him dump the body.

Say the police can't put his ass in jail for the rest of his life, then what? A murderer is free and knows you know he is a murderer. Then he comes after you, and you die because you literally almost killed yourself climbing up an almost flat hill. I must have fallen asleep to scaring the living crap out of myself because next thing I knew, I was waking up drenched in sweat breathing like I just ran a mile - I'm out of shape okay, running a mile is a crap ton for me, deal with it. Jeez, it's like a sauna in here.

I get up to open the window but when I open my curtain there is none other than the man I saw dumping the body not even twenty feet away from my window, just staring at me. Breathing gets even more difficult if that's even possible. He must have noticed the effect he had on my because there he is, laughing. He's laughing at me, just like he did before he left at our first meeting. And again he just turns around and leaves. Blinking a few times, I wonder if he was actually even there. How'd he know where I live? Did he follow me from the bridge? No, that's not possible. He was minutes down the road going the opposite direction when I left.

Okay, okay, just breathe. Breathe. It's already five in the morning and there is no way I'm going back to sleep. I might as well just go ahead and get ready for the day.