I woke up in the middle of the woods. God, my head hurt. I looked around. No car. "Where the hell did it go?" I rubbed my head I had a huge knot forming in the back of my head. I got up and dusted my pants off. I walked back up the path to the Wilkinson home. I've always loved to walk at night. It reminded me of Jerimiah. We would take long walks through the woods on those nights that I couldn't sneak into the house. I took our secret path that lad to our cabin we both built throughout the summer. It wasn't amazing but it had sentimental value. We talked for hours upon hours, and made love occasionally each time we were in there. I smiled while I walked along our path as a short cut back to the Wilkinson home. I soon get to the house, all the lights are out. “That’s weird Mrs. Wilkinson should at least be home by now.” I walked up the stairs to the house, with each step I shook. The porch creaked, and the porch swing was swinging, slowly coming to a stop. I tried to open the door, it was locked. I walked over to the window to peer inside. There was a small gap between the curtains, nothing there but darkness. I tried to look into the darkness, when a bloody hand and a face with eyes of pure even look into my eyes into my soul. I jumped back startled and before I knew it, it was gone. I ran to the door and pounded on the door. “Michael! I know it’s you! Open this damn door now!” I looked under the rug for the spare key, dammit it wasn’t even there. He’s smart. So I backed up and planned to kick the door in. I’ve seen my dad do this many times because he was an officer, and he would do this when I wouldn’t open the door. I used all my strength and kick the door down. It busted open, I know I broke the lock. I ran into the house, and halted at the stairs. I clicked on the light. No power. I put my back up again the wall and crept up the stairs sideways. I’m not that dumb girl in those scary movies that will get attacked from behind or pushed down the damn steps. I peered around the corner when I got to the top of the stairs. The hall lights suddenly came on one by one. This kid was good at this game. I ran down the hall and checked Emily’s room, she was fast asleep. I checked Jacob’s room, no one there obviously. I checked Michael’s room, it was perfect a bit too perfect. I finally went to check Mrs. Wilkinson’s room, she was standing on her bed with a rope around her neck, and she looked at me with pity and guilt and jumped off her bed hanging herself from her ceiling fan. I stood there, jaw dropped in horror. I heard crying behind me, I spun around to see poor little Emily standing there crying for she seen all that happened. I grabbed Emily and held her close to my heart, while her mother was put out of her misery for good. I took Emily back to her bedroom and called the police, when they came and cleaned up everything, Emily and I sat in her room and cried all night long.
