Her Precious Ivories (A Creepypasta Tale)

Chapter 2

The deed is done, and my needs have been met. Lately I have had to stay hidden due to the police searching for me, apparently they put two and two together... I don't blame them either. The night I "ran away" was also the night that Megan was murdered. Of course they would assume that I had committed the murder (which I did), even the village idiot could've come to that conclusion.

It has taken me approximately 8 1/2 days to complete said tasks. Had the police not been looking for me, I would have gotten them done sooner. Now that my prey is taken care of I have nothing else to worry about other than possible escape routes. I am currently pondering the thought of heading north, up towards Washington. Of course I would have to keep my identity hidden as I travel through public, that is unless I find abandoned roads or shortcuts on the outskirts of civilization.

My arm grows tired as it hangs lazily in front of moving cars. A passing car drives through a large mud puddle and splashes me with its murky brown contents. With an overdrawn groan, I brush away the wet strands of hair that hang in my eyes. I'm not quite sure where I am or how far I've traveled, but I believe I must be quite a ways from home... Perhaps 400 some odd miles away from the Washington boarder?

It's been quite a challenge trying to keep my identity hidden as well as trying to hitch a ride every so often. I'm honestly shocked that nobody has asked questions or recognized me as the girl who's been missing from Corvallis, Oregon for a bit. It baffles me that nobody has asked me how old I am or where my parents are. I'm not discouraged by such thing's though. It's best not to be asked questions. Especially given the circumstances.

A soft sigh leaves my lips and I sit down in a patch of wet grass; thumb still stuck in the air. As much as I'd hate to admit it, I miss my parents very much. I often regret ever committing murder, the overwhelming guilt gets to me from time to time. But I must keep moving forward. I did this for Tyler and now there's no turning back.

Through the fog I see dull yellow lights coming to a halt just before where I'm left sitting. I stand up; brushing myself off and walk towards the passenger seat of the willing participant. The window rolls down to reveal a frail looking elderly couple. "Well hello there young man!" the woman spoke cheerfully. I chuckle at that. "I'm a girl, miss." I smile weakly, "Would it be possible to hitch a ride with you guys?"

The woman looks at her husband with a small smile, the man spoke. "But of course! We wouldn't want a pretty young lady like yourself out here traveling in the cold."

I feel my cheeks heat up a bit and my smile widens. "What are you waiting for? Come on in, get out of the elements." the elderly woman spoke warmly. I comply, climbing into the backseat. As soon as I enter the car the warm burst of air erupting from the heater engulfs me in a comforting embrace. "Where abouts are you headed?" the man asks. "I currently don't have a set destination, but I'm making my way up to Washington." The man nods; pulling back into the road to begin the journey.

"You're in luck, little lady. Ya see, Margaret and I were just down here visiting some relatives for the weekend. We're originally from Aberdeen. A small little town up there."

I nod and smile, facing my gaze lit the window to watch the trees fly by. From my peripheral vision I see 'Margaret' turn around in her seat to face me. "You look sickly, dear, when was the last time you've had something to eat?"

My mouth grew dry. I've lost count of how many days have passed since I last ate something. "I'm not exactly sure, ma'am.. But a rough estimate would be about 4-5 days." I spoke quietly. The grey woman gasped at that. "Oh my goodness. That's no good. How's about we go get you something to eat?" she turns to face the man, whose name I've yet to learn. "Dean? Are you hungry?"

The man doesn't speak, just nods.  "Then it's settled, do you have any preferences? Are you vegetarian?" I shake my head slightly. "I have no preference. Some kind of sustenance would be nice. Surprise me?" I suggest. Margaret nods with a smile. "I haven't got your name, care for an introduction?"

"The name's Nikki. Nice to meet you." I offer an outstretched hand in her direction. She takes it. The man spoke up, "Nice to meet you, Nikki. I suppose we'll be able to drop you off at your destination.. So sit back and enjoy the ride, little lady."