Haunted by Screams (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter 7. Scars

Children show scars like medals.

Lovers use them as a secret to reveal.

A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh

- Leonard Cohen 

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Sounds that had no source. 

An eerie sound, like the tune of an old radio.

The voice.  

The laugh that never would leave her.  

Her vision began to come back and she opened her tired eyes. 

Why did she fall asleep here? And why did her body feel like it was weight down by tons of heavy stones. 

 And what was this metallic taste she had in her mouth? 

Memories flashing by drowned her senses as she began to wake up from her hazy dream state and remembered what had happened. The reflexes spoke for itself and without really knowing why her body spun around quickly and her gaze flew nervously on anything in her surroundings.  

Something was covering her left eye, a thick liquid of some sort. Nora’s fingers sought the weird liquid and she held her covered fingers in front of her. 

Blood.  

Everything began floating together in her surrounding and she couldn’t recall what she was doing here in the first place.

I was walking home from school and I did text dad and then there was this, scream.

A memory of the injured man crawling on the ground, reaching for her aid began nestling itself into her mind. 

And then someone did emerged from the shadows and - 

”You over there, call the police!! He got me! The person they’re looking for, he is right he-”

As if stricken by lightening Nora rose too quickly and tried standing on her shaky legs, causing the environment around her to sway due to her dizziness. The streetlight made the shadows from the trees dance almost as if mocking her. But she didn’t care. Her legs seemed to know where to carry her and before she knew it she was running. 

She needed to run away from this place. It held the memory of an action that would haunt her forever. Something evil, wicked had been there with her in the shape of an insane and deranged person, hurting for fun. 

Her senses felt dull and unbalanced, causing her to nearly trip and falling every second or third step she took. She misjudge the distance between her steps and fell to the ground and by doing so she scrapped her knees on the cold asphalt badly. 

 But her instincts told her to not stop. 

Crawl, run, walk do whatever that’s necessary in order to get away from this area. She forced herself up and ignored the pulsating pain in her body. 

The keys in the lock made the familiar clicking sound and Nora pushed the front door open to her house and closed it behind her with a heavy slam. 

She fell to the hallway floor and curled up into a small ball, trembling and shaking. Tears began streaming down her face once the chock took its hold on her injured body. The house didn’t provide the comfort she needed, it didn’t even feel like she was home. Instead it felt like it silently judged her. 

She rose and stood with her knees on the blue carpet, the scratch on them acing. She slammed her fists in the floor hard while her tears dripped down and left trails on her devastating face.