The Hilson Street Killer

CHAPTER 2

Yknow that moment when you're excited to do something but when the time to do it comes you become miserable and don't want to do it anymore or, when you want to go somewhere but then realize it's not worth it and you just want to stay at home and lazy around all day? that's how I feel right now.

It's currently 3 am and I can't stop thinking about the horrible things that could happen at school tomorrow. I stand up from the bed and picked the clothes I'm wearing cuz why not? I pick a black top, black baggy cargo pants and a white varsity jacket. I then decide to take a walk cuz why not? it's like 3am and I don't have anything to do anyways. And besides, it's not like some killer is going to jump out and try to kill me...

I use my ninja like stealth to go to the door without making any noise to wake my parents. I put on my cute bunny slippers and head out. I should really be taking more walks like this, everything looks so much prettier at night, the stars, the moon and even the street lights be looking pretty. I stood and stared at the moon for a while and admired how beautiful it was and continued with my walk.

While I was walking, I noticed a figure standing in a spot staring at something. I moved closer trying to get a better look at the person, he had a very nice silhouette and i wanted to see his face cuz its not everyday you see a cute boy standing in a corner at 3am. This is stupid, as I was about to go back I noticed something in his hand and soon realized it a knife covered in blood. I let out a loud gasp as I started to slowly move back away from him. I'm sure he heard my stupid ass gasp or my loud ass steps cuz he turned around and looked me dead in the eyes.

He had pretty green eyes and I almost got lost in them for a moment then I remembered the knife in his hand and the thing he was staring at. I took a peek and saw something horrifying, it was the body of of a woman no, a girl around my age. She looks familiar... I tried to remember where I've seen her before but the killer grabbed my neck and I had another thing to worry about. He squeezed my neck so hard I could feel my eye balls popping out. Soon after, my eyes began to water and I was clawing at his hands trying to break free and breathe.

Is this the end? is this how I'm going to die? is thi- "Hey" a voice cuts my thoughts short. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" he asks while staring at me with his green orbs that shone under the moonlight. I continued to claw at his hand as I lost more oxygen. Why can't some kind of miracle happen now I cried in my head as my vision got blurrier. Some seconds later just as I was about to black out, I heard a car approaching and I'm sure he did to because he let go of my neck, covered my mouth and dragged me into a push. I began to gasp for air and gathered the remaining strength in my body and kicked him so hard it hurt me too. He let go of me and I took off running. Adrenaline pumped through my body as i pushed myself to run faster, I looked back to see him limping towards me. I ran faster than I ever have while gasping for air, I didn't know I had it in me to run this fast but I'm grateful for this newly found speed cuz I looked back and didn't see him anymore

I quickly run home and run into my room making sure to not make any nose, I sit on the ground gasping for air and thinking about what would've happened if he had caught up to me or if that car didn't pass by and give me an opportunity to run away. Maybe it was just a dream maybe the body wasn't there maybe the guy doesn't exist and I'm just hallucinating. Or am I going crazy? This street has always been peaceful so what happened? why is there a killer? why is he killing? who was that dead girl? why did he kill her? Questions ran through my head as I slowly fall into a deep slumber.

I jerked awake to the sound of my alarm slowly rubbing my eyes when I noticed my neck was sore, I groggily stood up to check it in the mirror. I looked up and stared at the mirror in horror as a very angry looking purple handprint bruise adorned my neck. I tried to turn but winced as a sharp pain stopped me from doin so. Suddenly, the flashbacks from last night ran through my head as I gasped "So it wasn't a dream?" I whimpered as I remembered everything. I quickly got ready for school and covered the ugly looking bruise with whatever makeup I had left. I walked into the living room to see my dad holding my mom as she sobbed bitterly into his shirt in front of the tv. "Mom?..." I whispered as I slowly walked towards them, she turned and pointed at the tv.

"A young girl's body was found this morning with multiple stab marks and cuts on her body, no suspect has been found yet but the police is said to be working on it. It was said that the young lady was taking a walk and she was ambushed by the killer. The body has not been identified yet but the police promises that justice will be found very soon". I stare at the tv in horror as my brain tries to process what the reporter just said, she continues to talk but as the body was being taken away I noticed something. "Isn't that ****'s jacket?" my mom asks as we all stare at the tv in horror.

Who is the killer? Why did he try to kill her? Who owns the jacket? Who was the dead girl? Read the next chapter to find out.

THE HILSON STREET KILLER.

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