Bree

8-June (neighbor)

Continued from last part

Hannah and Victoria were going to sleepover at my house after my birthday party. Gabby had planned to stay too, but she had to leave to go on vacation the next morning with her parents. Although it was almost dark outside, there was still a street light so I could still see outside. Besides a gray cat that I watched cross the street from my desk, nobody else was outside.  On my bed, Victoria and Hannah were talking, and Victoria was trying to convince Hannah to watch a horror movie despite the fact that they terrified Hannah, as victoria and I both loved them. I was watching a grey cat walk across the road without paying much attention to them. 

"Bree, what do you want to watch? It is your birthday." said the girls trying to settle their movie argument. "Um well, whatever you guys want."  "Ugh, Bree that's not very helpful." 

while we were talking a loud noise came from outside It was like a digging scratching sound we all went over to my window but it was hard to see through the darkness.  I turned off my bedroom light so there would be no glare from the light in the window and so nobody could see us watching. 

The noise was coming from my neighbor Mr. Porter,  across the street, he was digging some hole. He was a strange old man probably in his late 50s to early 60 aged. Why was digging a hole this late at night? Why was he digging a hole at all?

"Bree, your neighbors kinda creepy,"  Victoria said. 

We decided to just forget about my creepy neighbor and watch a movie, we settled on a cheesy rom-com movie.

The next morning the three of us were on a walk and we saw my neighbor,  "Good morning Bree,"  he said, "good morning Mr. Porter," I replied and we hurried to walk away.

"Oh one more thing," He said, "If you heard some digging last night I was burring my cat."

My friends looked relieved when he said that, finding out he was just a regular sad man whose cat died. But I was just more confused I clearly remember him telling me about how he was allergic to cats, "I didn't know you had a cat."  "Oh, I sure do," he pulled out his phone and showed a picture of a grey cat. The grey cat! The same one I was watching walking across the street yesterday.  "But that cat is not dead I saw it."

"I wish that were true, but my sweet cat died yesterday morning."

Liar! I saw that cat last night, right before the digging started. Something was off about that man.

We continued on our walk, but I kept thinking about my neighbor.

The next day, my friends asked her to come to the lake, so I went and asked my  mom if I could go. "I let your friends come over yesterday because it was your birthday, you're still grounded and not leaving this house!"  "Ugh, fine." I went back to my room and sat at my desk.

Feeling bored I decided to watch my neibor, I knew it was kind of a stalker thing to do but I didnt care, I know theres something strange about him. 

Mr. Porter drove his little red car into the driveway and got out, then he walked over to the passenger seat door and opened it, and lead a woman into his house.  It was too dark to see the woman's face but she had dark hair.

I couldn't see them when they went into the house so I got bored and started writing a story Still at my window. About 30 minutes later I saw Mr. porter rush into his little red car and drive away, without the woman. He soon came back carrying a box of extra-large garbage bags into his house. The woman still hadn't left the house.

I continued writing my story but soon she was interrupted by loud digging sounds. Mr porter was digging again. Did he kill her! Bree knew there was probably a much more reasonable explanation for everything, but the garbage bags the digging, there was just so much evidence that he did.

The next morning, brees stepdad watched the news, and Bree was sitting next to him eating cereal.

"Time for the weekly news recap," the news announcer said, "2 local women are missing One has been missing for 2 days the other was announced missing this morning," The tv showed a picture of the woman she had dark hair. "She was last seen getting into a red car last night.

I ran to my room and called my friends to come over, Ethan, Kurt, and Hannah came over and my mom and stepdad were at work so nobody was there to tell me I couldnt have friends over.

I explained to them the whole situation and how I thought Mr. Porter kidnapped and killed those missing women.  Surprisingly they all believed me.

We decided to go inside his house and investigate,  we knew trespassing was wrong but we needed to find out if he really did kill these women. Hannah was too scared so she stayed in my room to watch the street and call us if Mr. porter was coming home.

I found a key under his doormat and the three of us went in, nothing looked out of place but then we went to the kitchen there was a drop of blood on the floor. There were cleaning supplies on the counter and the room smelt like cleaning chemicals and bleach. Kurt took photos of everything, the blood drop, the cleaning supplies, and more. Just as we were about to go to the backyard to investigate the holes he dug and see if there were dead women inside. Hannah called,  "Get out of the house now! Mr.porter is about to go inside!"  We jumped over the fence and ran back to my house.

"Soooo, did you guys find anything?!?!" Hannah asked.

"Well, we found a drop of blood," Ethan said

"Is that it?" Hannah asked disappointed.

"We probably only found a drop of blood because he cleaned the rest, that's probably why there were so many cleaning supplies and it smelt like bleach," I said

"That makes sense," they said nodding in agreement

The next day I heard Mr.Porter start his car and pull out of the driveway.

I need to follow him, I thought.  I got into my car and drove far enough behind him that he wouldn't be able to see me following.

He parked his car at a grocery store, and I followed him inside, He was buying more cleaning supplies.  I didn't want him to see me follow him out of the store so I left before him, I was walking to my car, when I heard my name yelled, "Bree!" it was Mr. porter. I sprinted to my car and reached in my pocket for my keys they weren't there. I was pulling on my car door trying to get in when Mr. Porter was quickly walking over to me, This is it this is the moment I die, I thought.

"looking for these," Mr. Porter said dangling my keys in front of me. "I think you dropped them in the store."  "oh thanks," I said grabbing my keys from his hand. I quickly got in my car eager to get away from my neighbor, but before I could close the door he grabbed it and held the door open, "One more thing Bree, Im a man who likes privacy, so could you and your friends stop watching me, and you know trespassing is illegal."

I didn't even respond I just shut my car door and drove home as fast as I could. 

I informed my friends about everything that had just happened and it only made us more curious, why was he buying more cleaning supplies? Was he planning on killing again?

The next morning I went into the kitchen and there he was Mr. Porter in my kitchen talking to my mom!  My little sister came in crying with a scratch on her knee saying she fell off her bike. "Hunny your dripping blood on the carpet!" my mom said My stepdad took her to get a bandaid, while my mom tried to get the blood out of the carpet.

"A little baking soda and hydrogen peroxide will get blood out of anything." Mr porter said trying to reassure my mom. "Thanks for the tip, ill try that." my mom responded.

Then he left and went back to his house.

"Mom what was he doing in our house?!"  "Some of our mail was delivered to him and he was kind enough to come bring it to our house, so I invited him in for coffee. Why do you even care?"

I didnt feel like explaining my suspicions about him as i knew she wouldnt believe me, so i just sighed and went up to my room.