The Man In The Basement

Chp 1: Realization

Your POV
Me and my friends were in car having a fun time listening to music. Rebecca and  Samantha were making out in the trunk while Chester and Dylan were up in the front  seat  telling jokes. I was just sitting there on my phone texting my friend from Florida. Then all of the sudden the car came to a stop and everybody were yelling at Chester for stopping out of nowhere. We all got out and Chester told us that the car broke down and to go look for help. Me being me I went in the woods hoping for a cabin or someone to just be out here. When I had no luck I went back and as soon as I got there no one was I sight. No car no friends. I soon realized they did that just so they could leave me out here to die. "Fuck!" I yelled out of anger, tears pouring out of my eyes from how angry I was. I was hot, sweaty, and annoyed.

After a day I found a gas station. I went inside to get fresh air. I noticed a lady behind the counter staring at me. "Excuse me," I said politely to the old lady. "Do you have any idea how far the next stop is to the police station?" I looked at her like I was desperate, and I was. She stared at me for a few more minutes before saying "Oh yes deary, If you stop by my house my husband should take you there." She went to the phone and dialed a number. After a few rings someone picked up. After she was done  on the phone she gave me water and a piece of bread. "You looked hungry deary, and thirsty." I thanked her as she told me where to go to get to her house. I thanked her again and went outside to start walking to the house.

Maybe after two or three hours I finally got to the house. I went to to the house and knocked on the door. A man with a police officer uniform came to the door and smiled at me. "Watcha want?" He ask annoyed like he just woke up. "Oh umm, I got sent here by a lady who worked at the gas station a couple hours away from here." I told the man. He nodded and opened the door. He signaled me to come in, I did and I was so exhausted I just plopped on the couch. "Gettin' comfortable ain't ya." He said chuckling afterwards. I smiled "Yeah sorry sir I walked for  five or four hours trying to find so-" I got cut off by a bang on the door. He stopped smiling and walked to the door. "Help! You have to help me! Me and my friends were driving and we broke down, we got stopped by this tall man with a chainsaw! Y-you have to help us!" She cried. He let her inside. She made her way to the living room and sat down across from me in an armchair. When we made eye contact I knew exactly who it was. Rebecca. "Y-Y/N!?" She smiled while tears formed in her eyes. I rolled my eyes looking down. The Man noticed. " Young girl how do you them?" He asked standing next to me while crossing his arms. She looked up at him and then at me then back at him. "S-Sir she's m-" she got cut off when the door slams open and in comes  this man with a white collar shirt, dark blue jeans, apron over, and a bloody chainsaw. He looked around then locked eyes with me. I felt a spark for some reason. Rebecca was screaming "That's him! That's him!" While the tall man broke eye contact with me and started to stalk towards her. "His name is Thomas Brown Hewitt, and my name is Charlie." I nodded and stood up. Taking on full confidence. "Thomas Brown Hewitt!"  The room went silent. All you could here was the chainsaw, which was shut off by Thomas. Tommy turned around and tilted his head. Thomas grunted then turned back around, turning the chainsaw back on, and killing Rebecca. I gasped and looked away not wanting to see him slicing her into pieces. This is going to be a long day.

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