Haunted by Screams (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter 8. Play or die

Life's most persistent and urgent question is,

"What are you doing for others?"

 - Martin Luther King, Jr. 

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Raindrops fell onto the window in Nora’s bedroom, making it difficult for her to sleep. 

She hadn’t gone to school today since her body felt like it had been run over by a car. The memory of yesterday had haunted her the entire night, mocking her and prohibiting her from resting. Nora had waited for her dad to come home last night and once he did, she pulled him inside as quickly she possible could while making sure no-one was out there or trying to get inside. Paul looked a bit surprised at her but then he gave her a friendly smile. 

”Oh, you look at bit pale sweetie. Is everything alright?”  

No. 

No, she wanted to scream. No dad, everything is far from being alright with me. 

She wanted so badly to scream and cry, tell him and anyone else about all that she’d been through. The poor man which she later remembered the name on who’d been stabbed to death right in front of her eyes and the other man, or boy with that nightmarish appearance. She wanted him to know about the deal he’d forced her to agree to. Nora wanted him to know about all of this and understand that she had no choice but to agree to the killers deal.  

Or else he would have killed us both without any hesitation at all. 

All these years her father had always been the one who kept them safe. Now, Nora had to protect him from an ominous killer who showed no mercy to anyone, a person who could kill them whenever he felt for it if he truly wanted to, something she knew he deepest inside wanted to more than anything.  

She stroke the band aid with her fingers. Unluckily her dad is not an easily tricked man and he saw immediately the band aid covering the side of her face.  

”What happened there, Nora?”

”I-I tripped and hit my head in the front doorknob when I was coming home”  

His green eyes seemed to be looking right through her and she could tell that he didn’t believe her. But instead of going on about it, he simple sighed and told her to be more careful or else he had to child secure the front door (how in the heavens that’s even possible she couldn’t figure out). Why he didn't question her further about the band aid she didn't know. 

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Laying in a room alone with only your thoughts is quite dangerous, especially if it’s raining outside. 

Could I have prevented it?

..What if I’d helped that man? Would that mean I’d be?..

..But what if I’d walked with someone…

..Why did he do this?

Why is he doing this to us?

Who is he? 

She’d sent a message to Jessica, praying for her to be safe. When she got an ”Why r u so worried?” answer back, she felt a bit comforted. Jess was fine, and she found a few seconds later out that Jim was fine as well. 

Good. Seems like the killer actually would keep his promise if she kept hers. She would play this little "game" of his, but only because her own life and those she cared for lives were on the line. But, what exactly were the rules of this ”game”? He hadn’t exactly given her clear instructions except to not tell anyone about it, which at the moment seemed under control. However, Nora knew that anything could turn these tables around any second if the police found out she’d been where the killer claimed its latest victim at the same time.