666 Dead

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"A serial killer is on the run, yesterday..." Mom turns down the volume.
"Kids your age shouldn't be listening to that crap," she says. I roll my eyes at her. Apparently 15-year-olds can't listen to present-day horror. The Purge is probably scarier than that reporter dude's announcement. I shrug and head out to my friend's house. Apparently, they were listening to the serial killer news, too.
"He's going to come get us, too," Gabriela whispered. "We'll have to be super careful, or else we'll get killed." I smirk and continue watching the news. "It's not like he cares about teenagers, Gabby," I say.
"Anonymous killer appears to have left a note for the officers, listing facts about the woman he murdered. Looks like he has been stalking her days before the murder. The note listed things like her birthday, habits, and et cetera. Everyone, please be sure to check your windows and doors and keep them locked for your own safety."
Gabby looked really worried.
"He's NOT going to come, dude. Chill."
She shakes her head.
"I'm going to go eat Oreos and cry in the kitchen," she says. I'm too focused on the TV to hear her. On a different channel, another lady reporter was interviewing a woman. The woman was crying and blowing her nose.
"Ma'am, could you tell us your side of the story?"
"Sh-she was m-my sister. We were at a bar, a-and then for some reason I don't remember, w-we got i-into a fight. She left, and the next thing I know, my phone's ringing. I answer the call, and a v-voice of some gender told me to hurry to the gas station a-around the corner. Since i-it was my sister's number, I hurried o-out. I ran there as fast as I could in my heels, and the only thing I saw was my sister's body there. She was all tied up and a str-string was tightly tied around her neck. She was dead, of course, b-but do you know what the scariest thing was? Her mouth was filled with GASOLINE! Yes, the stuff you put in your car as fuel! I call up the police immediately, and they come super fast, thank goodness. The station was closed, so no one was inside to ask. They observe her, and that's when they find the bloody, stalker-ish note. It had her birthday, favorite flowers, color, and everything!"
The women started crying again, and the reporter lady did the rest of her business. I started feeling a little uneasy, and told Gabby I was going home. Mom was out, so I was home alone. Great, right after watching a show about a serial killer on the run. I lock the door, close the windows (and curtains), and head up to my room. I'm kind of scared now, but I call mom to make sure I know where she's at. She doesn't answer. I hide under my blankets, I feel the safest there. Minutes later, I hear a car rolling into the garage. I call mom again.
"Hello?" She says. "What are you calling me for?"
"Where are you?"
"Walmart," she says. "Are you serious, Emma? What do you need?" I gulp.
"Mom, the garage just opened!"
"Maybe it's Calvin (her boyfriend)."
"No... I don't think so... Could you please just hurry home?" I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I started whispering. "Please! Mom, just hurry up!" I hang up on her and bury myself in the blankets. My door flies open. I'm sweating, and pretend to look like I'm asleep.
"BOO! Oh, crap she's asleep." It's Calvin. He quietly shuts the door. This makes me kind of angry because I was expecting a psycho killer with a chainsaw. I breathe a sigh of relief and relax myself.