You can Run but You can't Hide

Chapter 6:Double Double, Toil and Trouble

Louis was in his room watching tv. I was feeling paranoid. I felt like I was being watched and I didn't like it. Maybe this is a side effect of drinking too much? My parents weren't home because they were working late out of town, a couple of hours from home. I was getting ready for bed. As I was closing my window, I noticed a person wearing black clothes from head to toe running towards my house. Though my windows and front door were locked it was terrifying. I ran downstairs and grabbed my house phone and I called Louis' phone. Louis picked up the phone. "Hello?" I looked around. "There's someone near my house, I think they are trying to break in," I said as I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer. "Oh shit, do you want me to come over? I'll bring my baseball bat." He said. "I don't know, he's still out there. It wouldn't be a good idea to be outside with them." I said. "Should I call the cops?" Louis asked. A noise came from the kitchen. It sounded like glass shattering. It must've been a window. "Call the cops. Now!" I dropped the phone and ran upstairs. I heard someone running towards me. I ran up to my room and I went to shut the door. The person had put their arm to stop the door from shutting. Louis was panicking and quickly called the cops. "Hello?! Someone has broken into my girlfriend's house we need the police!." He yelled in panic. The operator responded calmly. "Okay sir, I need you to stay calm so I can hear you clearly. What is the address of your girlfriend's house?" Louis gave the woman the address: "189 Woodville Road 0283, Orono, Maine" The operator sent out the cops and they were on their way. "No!" I yelled. I push my whole body onto the door, the killer moved their arm and I locked the door and the killer was pounding on the door. I pushed my desk in front of it. Books and perfume were falling all over the place. I opened my window and looked down seeing if there was any way I could jump out and survive. I could hear the desk screech across the floor as they opened the door. I could hear the cop's sirens from a couple of neighborhoods over but they weren't close enough. I went out onto my roof and I climbed and moved across my ledge. The killer was in my room. The killer looked around the room for me. They looked out my window and saw me. They swung the knife at me. I kicked it out of their hand. They got on the roof and were walking towards me. I didn't know what I could do. Should I jump off and risk it or should I fight them with the possibility of falling off with them? I choose B. I grabbed their arm trying to knock them off. They grabbed me by the hair pulling me off balance and causing me to fall. I pull them down with me. We both fall off the roof. I don't remember what happened but I remember being in the hospital with a shit ton of things in me. Ivs and something was in my nose. I was in so much pain. I felt like I couldn't move. I managed to survive falling off
a two-story house roof with a shattered left scapula, five broken ribs and fractured 5 vertebrae in my spine. The next few weeks were incredibly painful. But in less than 24 hours after they put in two rods in my back they had me up and walking on my own. Louis came into my room. He told me that the police didn't find the killer. I was baffled. I mean, considering the killer and I both fell off a two-story house and I had pretty bad injuries and the killer managed to get up and make his escape is insane. I think I blacked out once I hit the ground. Ethan was already out of the hospital. He was at home recovering from the trauma and going to therapy to try to relieve the anxiety. He had nightmares about the killer following him. Stalking him. He's seen himself die a thousand times in his nightmare. There's no way to get rid of him. Deep down inside you knew. He knew. Hell, even you know that you can't escape the killer. Whether the killer is in prison or a mental institution or dead they always come back. I've seen enough horror movies to know that. I was going to kill the son of a bitch and I was going to burn his bones even if that was the last thing I did. "Did you catch a look at his face or anything identifying?" Louis asked. "I wish. I didn't see anything. They were wearing a mask. Kinda like the one you have except it was dirty like it was covered in dirt and they were wearing a black jumpsuit." I said. I wish I would've ripped off that stupid mask but I didn't. In that month alone, 4 kids have gone missing and 2 were in the hospital because of a masked killer. "Do you think it was the same person who attacked Ethan?" He asked. There was no possible way to figure out if that was true or not. There was no evidence in both scenes, only the knife the killer left in my front yard but it had my fingerprints. The knife came from my kitchen. "I don't know, maybe. I would tell you to ask him but his mom doesn't even let us appear on his doorstep. She hates us." I said taking a deep breath. "Yeah, I know." He said, moving closer to me and he holds my hand. "I just want things to go back to normal. I said tearing up trying not to cry. Louis hugged me softly. "It's gonna be okay. They're gonna catch whoever is doing this." He said reinsuring me. "No, they won't. The killer fell out of a two-story house with no issues. He got away with two attempted murders."  I said. "Well if they shoot him in the head he'll die." He said. "Yeah. If." I said. "I'll just stay with you all the time. Make sure you're safe and everything." I know he was trying to comfort me but there's nothing that could make me comfortable or even a little relaxed. "You can't stay here all the time. You have to leave to use the bathroom or go to school. You have to sleep eventually too." I said. I was just being realistic here. I couldn't sleep. I felt like I was in "Nightmare on Elm Street." Expect in this case it was "Nightmare on Woodsville Road." "Says who?" He said.
"Your parents. I mean you have to start going to school. You can't just stay here for a couple of months!" I said. "They can't stop me." He said. (Yes in fact that can.)  I was stuck in the hospital for about two to three months so I pretty much couldn't celebrate Halloween like I always do but luckily I had Lexi and Louis visit me with some candy and popcorn and we watched some classic movies like "The Addams Family" and "Hocus Pocus". I mean there's not much to do when you are in a hospital bed and your mom won't let you leave the hospital till November 10th. A few weeks later it was November 15. I was already home, I had a wheelchair in case there was any pain issue. Everything was calm and quiet everyone thought the trouble was done Lexi was out on a late walkout with her dog. She liked going out at night with her dog because there wasn't any sun or any annoying people to bother her. She wouldn't be sweating or having to make small talk with people in her neighborhood. Besides the breeze of a cool night was something she desperately needed. As she was walking she heard someone walking. When she turned around she saw Daniel. Jayna's ex-boyfriend. He put his hands up signaling that he didn't want trouble and he ran off to go home. A few minutes later, she came across a street, Makeril Lane, the street light was on but flickered every couple of seconds. The killer came up behind her and started to stab her legs. The dog started to attack the killer. Lexi was trying to fight him off, screaming for help. The dog bit the killer hard and he got fed up. He started to stab and stab away till the dog's cries and whimpers were nothing. Lexi was crying and trying to get away once she was out of his grasp. She couldn't run because the killer stabbed her legs so she was limping. She cried and screamed but no one went out of the house. Not even a single porch light got turned on. It was almost like they didn't hear her. The killer came up and slit her throat. Lexi put her to her throat trying to stop herself from bleeding out. She was gasping for air. The killer grabbed her neck pushing it back. Lexi grabbed the mask and pulled it off. She looked at them in horror. The killer continued to hold her head back till she bled out. The killer hung her on the tree and tossed the dog next to her. When I heard the phone ring at 9 in the morning I was annoyed but when I picked it up and I heard that Lexi had been killed, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I screamed in pain, I was crying so hard I couldn't breathe. My mom came rushing upstairs. She held me in her arms. "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart." She whispered as she tucked my hair back. "L-Lexis dead!" I screamed out.
We were friends since former. We had been friends since we were little and did everything together. We went to the same school, played the same sports, and even had the same hobbies. I was devastated and couldn't believe it. I felt like a part of me was missing and that I would never be able to fill that void. I felt like I had lost a part of myself and didn't know how to move on. Her death didn't feel real. The news was there talking about the murder scene taking pictures. The cops were trying to get everyone away from the scene. The cops later that day pulled Louis, Ethan, and me for questioning.