Little Cup of Horror

(My Neighbor... part 2) It isn't a dream

    The night was cold and dark, and it was the middle of May. A woman by the name of Lacey Palmer lived in a small city in a small apartment complex. The apartment complex was old and falling apart. She barely had any neighbors, and she barely had any money to keep up with rent. She was looking for somewhere new to live, especially, out of the city. She had been looking in newspapers, online sites, and in magazines as well. She just wanted to leave. With some of the reports that were going on, on the news she was having nightmares.  

     There had been many reports about people being found dead all cut up. About four months ago, almost five, there was a report about a man named Bobbi Cross who was found outside his house cut up into pieces. It was horrible, and Lacey just wanted to leave before it had gotten any worse. She also remembered hearing that Bobbi’s wife had gone missing not long after his death making her the prime suspect, even to now.

       As Lacey entered her small apartment room she dropped her bag right next to the door as she closed it behind her. She walked over to her bed, a small twin mattress that laid on the floor, she removed her shoes and her coat. She then dropped onto her bed like a bag of rocks. She let out a sigh as she looked through her short black hair with her gold green eyes staring at the small flower vase that was on a small coffee table a foot away. She was tired. She had been out almost all night trying to get home from the dumb party she was forced to go to for work. Where Lacey worked was on the other side of the city from where she lived. She hated it. She hated her job, her crappy apartment, the city she lived in, she hated all of it! She just wanted to leave.

        She sat up and crawled over to the flower vase. She replaced the dead flower inside with a new one she had picked on her way home. “Sorry, I came home late again,” she whispered to the vase, “I’m sorry mom. I promise it won’t happen again.” The vase was the last thing she had of her mother after she had died of brain tumor in the hospital. Her brother had sold everything else because he wanted money, and he didn’t tell Lacey any of it until it was to late for her to do anything to stop him. Lacey’s father had been out of the picture for a very long time, and she had no care for him. He did however pay for the bill that was left over when her beloved mother had died, or so she was told.

        Lacey laid back into bed and had fallen asleep. She slept like a baby for a good while until something at her window woke her up. The time was 3:40 am. She had only been asleep for two hours. It had felt she had slept for much longer, but she pushed herself up and looked around for the sound she had heard. Scratch, Scratch, it was coming from the window. Lacey walked over and looked to see what it was, but at first there was nothing. Lacey rubbed her eyes and then looked again. This time it looked to be a set of glowing eyes. The eyes looked to be cat eyes, but then Boom! The glass broke, and Lacey fell back with her arms covering her face from any piece of glasses. She pulled her arms away from her face and she was about to yell, but her voice got stuck in her throat when she heard what sounded to be giggling. The giggling was coming from a strange man standing on the other side of the window with a big smile on his face. The stranger began to walk into Lacey’s apartment. One foot in and then another. The stranger stood before her.

        Lacey was scared, but then instinct kicked in. She got to her feet and ran. She felt a light brush through her hair as she ran to the door. The man behind her had tried to grab her by the hair but had failed. Lacey pushed the door open and ran out into the hall. She got a few rooms down when she turned around and looked back to see where the stranger was. She didn’t see anything. She shook her head and began to open the fire exit door when all of sudden a hand shot out and grabbed her by the shoulder. Lacey let out a scream and pulled away from the person behind her. She had moved so quickly she had tripped over her own feet and had fallen to the floor. “Are you alright?” asked a man with brown glasses, blonde hair, and blue eyes.