Welcome to chapter one.
You walked into your house, and tossed your purse on the couch. You didn't even bother locking the door. You just walked over to the couch and collapsed. Today had been a really long and stressful day for you. Having to juggle school and work was just too much. And it didn't help that you sometimes had to work late. "(Y/N)!" Your mother called. You groaned and got off the couch. 'What the hell does this woman want this time?' You thought as you walked upstairs. "Yes?" You asked once you reached your moms room. She was dressed in a business outfit. You mentally sighed. She had to go on another Business trip... "(y/N) I have an important business trip to go to..." your mom said. 'I can see that.' You thought. "So I won't be home for a couple of weeks. You know the rules. Don't let anyone in this house. The only excepation is your friend, but no one else. And if you have an emergency the numbers are on the fridge." She said. You nodded. "Good girl. Now, I'm off! Can't miss the flight now can. I?" Your mother said as she grabbed her suitcase and her business suit case and left.
You flopped onto the couch and turned the tv on. You had no school tomorrow, since tomorrow was staff day. Which was on a Friday, so that was totally a plus. You flipped through the channels, each one boring you barely five minutes after you reached it. You stopped on the news channel, where a picture of a teenage boy was shown. And he looked awful to you. He had pale skin the color of a blank piece of paper, and he had cut his mouth into a horrible permanent smile. The creepiest thing about him to you.... were his eyes. he had no eyelids, and his hair was the color of a raven. You shuddered at his appearence. "If anyone has any information on this murderer, you are urged to contact your local police department." The newswoman said.
You switched off the television, and looked around you anixously. What if the killer was hiding in your house? You laughed nervously, shaking that thought off. 'Dont be ridicilous (y/n) the doors are locked, and so are the windows. There's no way in hell he could get in.' You told yourself. Still... you felt paranoid and anxious. As if you were being watched. You turned the T.V. back on, to help calm your nerves, you switched the channel to The Smurfs.
that's when you heard glass in the kitchen break...
So.. .was it okay?
