Haunted by Screams (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter 19. Keep the distance

How wonderful is Death,

Death, and his brother Sleep!

One, pale as yonder waning moon

With lips of lurid blue;

The other, rosy as the morn

When throned on ocean's wave

It blushes o'er the world;

Yet both so passing wonderful!

 - Percy Bysshe Shelley 

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Nora wished she could understand where the week had gone. One moment it was Monday and the next it was Sunday once again. If you didn't count this Monday, this week had consisted of nothing but weird and strangeness, confusion and most of all - nail-biting. Because Nora "missed" her interrogation time in school, the principle had stated during a lunchbreak that every student who had missed their appointed time would be called up for a new time happening later - which of course would take place at the policestation. Nora had yet to receive her new appointment but it would without doubts be the week that was to come. However despite all of this Nora luckily - or how you now should express it really - had begun to feel that the interrogation perhaps wouldn't be such a huge obstacle as she first thought. After all, the police really had nothing that pointed to her being Jeff's 'companion'.

Except for her shoes - which she'd cleaned from the dirt from that night and cut and destroyed into pieces before throwing them in the bin. Even in worst possible senario if they would happen to dig through all hers and her dad's trash for some reason - they wouldn't even realize that her shoes had been actual shoes before Nora plucked out the sharp scissor. Jeff'd grin sinister look-alike at her once he understood what she was doing.

"You're actually taking care of your own tracks now? Haha, get it? TRACKS! Hahah, I'm hilarious really. Laugh at my joke Nora. NOW!!"

She'd laughed irritated at him before she began cutting the shoes into nothing but trash. Jeff had been at her house nearly every singel afternoon and night this week. Mostly he'd been hanging around in her room, tearing things from the shelves down, moved things from their original places and also thrown his knife into the wall - causing Nora to have an outburst due to his childish behavior and having to cover the hole up with a picture of Channing Tatum she ripped out from a magazine so her father wouldn't notice it.

Although despite all of this, Jeff had been unusually calm and hadn't had very many angry/psychotic/weirdly outburst on her, and neither had Nora had many outburst at Jeff (except the 'hole in the wall' thing). Since the police's curfew was happening after 7. pm every day since the incident in the woods with the policemen, there were nearly no people out on the street at afternoon/night anymore, which also of course meant that Jeff weren't able to find and kill as many people as before - or at least that was what both Nora and the police had hoped for. It turned out though that Jeff was pretty skilled in sneaking into people's homes when they were sleeping and killing them there instead.

"My specialty" he'd just said when he'd seen Nora's face when the media reported of another killing happening during Thursday night and that it had taken place at the poor couple's home.

Nora wanted to feel more disgusted and irritated as a consequent of Jeff's behavior - but no matter how hard she tried she didn't have the energy to feel angry or yell at him for killing innocent people. Because, how wrong and evil it might seemed - as long as it wasn't anyone close to her she could still live with it.

The knife was laying next to him while the rain poured down outside and thunder could be heard in the distance. Nora had been sitting in her bed looking at her laptop while Jeff just had been looking out from her window. This behavior from both of them had continued mostly throughout the week with exception from when Nora needed to go to school. It felt, weird but on the same time so peaceful to see Jeff sit on her desk (although she didn't like the fact that his shoes had now turned her desk brown instead of white) his back against the wall while being deeply concentrated on something outside her house which she couldn't perceive.