Helpless

Chpt. 1 - Fear Strikes Us

I picked up my snazzy phone. As I looked to see who could've texted me my mouth dropped. My eyes began to water, I could feel a lump in my throat growing, and my body became limp. What kind of sick person would do this? I frantically searched my phone to call 911. My fingers were shaking and I could barely breath.      " Yes, 911 here, what's the emergency?". 
"So - somebody is sending pictures of their victims they killed.". I hoped the person on the other side was taking me seriously. My mind was racing , "We're on our way over", the woman said. I felt a tiny bit of relief wash over me as I heard her say that. I feel like somebody's watching me...like I'm not alone. It's hard to explain the presence. It took all my courage to turn around but sadly nothing was to be found. I felt my phone vibrate. One last text came to me later from the same unknown number who was sending me pictures. This was the one that made my blood run cold. I closed my eyes and sunk to the floor , waiting to hear a knock on the large wooden door. Silence over took the house and my body. My breathing was slowing and I was in shock of how someone could do something like this. Then I heard a knock...not on my door... But window. I stopped and stared. Fear overcame my body as I began to shake. I inched closer to get a better look of what or who it was. I couldn't see anything. I then put all my body weight and pressure on my tippy toes to see what was now scratching on my window. A heavy odor filled my nostrils and room. I couldn't take it much longer and I ripped open the curtains. I screeched as I saw blood and flesh lying at my window. I practically gagged. I stood frozen feeling defeated and disgusted. " Why do I deserve this?!" I wondered
I heard 3 pounds on my thick door and I rushed to it. I flung open the door and the police officer stepped inside. " Hi, I'm Samantha" I said politely. A dashing young man came forward and shook my hand. "I'm Austin, and what seems to to be the problem...little lady" he asked quietly while looking me over."little?" I questioned him. " Sorry I meant pretty lady" he said while smiling. I blushed. " Follow me". I took him over to my last gruesome scene and then I showed him all the pictures and texts. He seemed intrigued. " You're not safe Samantha" he whispered to me.