Psychopath

Chapter 4:

The door was locked. She couldn't get in, but Taylor was sure she would find a way to. "Open uuup." She cooed. "L-l-leave us alone!" Taylor said, shaking.

"We?" Well that's way more fun. More people to laugh with me! YOU'LL BOTH LAUGH WITH ME!!!"

Taylor and her mother look at each other. "Mom," Taylor whispers. "We need to hide." Taylor's mother nodded and they walked toward the basement. Taylor's mother opened the door and they walked downstairs. It was dark. It was something Taylor had never thought she'd think her basement would be. Scary. Terrifying. Just the thought of the strange girl walking down those old, creaky stairs made Taylor sick to her stomach.

Taylor and her mother hid behind the old sofa in the corner. "We'll be fine, honey." Taylor's mother reassured her. "I hope so." Taylor responded.

Then the knocking started. Quite at first. But then, Taylor and her mother started to realize that the girl knew they were no longer in the living room. She knew they were hiding. Taylor's heart started pounding, harder and harder with every knock. Taylor looked at her mother with big, frightened eyes and whispered, "I think she's trying to break in." Her mother nodded in agreement. "We need a weapon." Her mom whispered. She stood up and grabbed pistol that they kept in case of emergency. She held it tightly to her chest and held Taylor's hand. Then, the knocking was replaced with a single, loud crack. She'd gotten in. They huddled together and tried to stay strong, for each other.

"Hellooo?" The girl cooed. "I know you're in here somewhere." She hadn't yet discovered that they were in the basement, but they didn't have much time. She'd eventually find out that they were down there.

Taylor's POV:

My mom and I have been down here for a while. She could come down at any time. I had a gut feeling that any second I would hear the door creek open and her foot falls on the stairs. Who would she kill first? No. Why am I thinking about that? If my mom aims the gun in the right spot, we should be ok.

I could faintly hear her voice coming from the top floor. She was screaming. I could make it out, but only if I quieted my breathing. "COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU AAARE! NOW, SO I CAN BASH YOUR HEAD IN!" She called. Then I remembered. She had a knife. She said she would bash our head in, but with what. She was either talking about her fist or... she had another weapon.

I hear her footsteps creeping around on the top floor, then going down the stairs, then through the living room. She was whispering now. "Hellooo." She whispered. She was right outside of the basement door.
"*Creek*"

"I know your down here."

Then, the moment I had feared finally came. The sound of her foot falls coming down the creaky steps, her sick grin half covered by her scraggly, matted hair, and that maniacal laugh echoing throughout the basement and evaporating into the cold, dry air. Mom and I huddled together and stayed as quiet as possible. I was peeking beside the bottom corner of the couch. She couldn't see me but I saw just enough of her to make my blood run cold. She was skipping around the room, looking for us. Then she stopped and slowly turned to the couch. "My, my, my." She laughed. "Lookie, lookie here."
Then, she jumped on top of the couch and grabbed the roots of my hair. I couldn't move, just cry. Then, I heard the gunshot and she had let go of my hair and fell to the ground, clutching one had with the other and screaming. Mom had shot her hand.

Mom and I ran upstairs and locked her in the basement then ran out of the broken door and hid in the bushes. In the distance I could hear the sirens of the police. I had forgotten mom had called the cops. What took them so long? Then I realized what felt like hours, was only about 25 minutes. The police stopped their cars and rushed toward us. "She's in the basement!!!" We yelled. The cops ran into the house. Mom and I looked at each other but said nothing. We squeezed each other's hands and took a deep breath of relief. It was over. Or so I thought. The cops came running out of the house and a man came up to my mom and I, "There's nobody down there but your back door was wide open and the basement door was broken. We think she escaped when she heard the sirens. We are going to start our search first thing in the morning." Mom and I looked at each other. It wasn't over.