Chrysalis (Jeff The Killer) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 11: Nightmares

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"Damn it, Sam. Pick up the goddamn phone!" I hissed and placed the house phone down on the receiver. She had still not come home, and I was beginning to grow genuinely concerned, if not a little pissed. Why wasn't anyone picking up their calls these days? I tried calling Victor, but his phone was off. Besides, I doubted he would take it even if it wasn't off. I hadn't seen him during the entire week and I didn't know whether I should be worried or just outright mad. Why would he ignore me all of the sudden?

I tried calling his parents as well, but as soon as I told them my name, they immediately hung up on me. Jesus Christ, I knew that they were Christian fanatics and all that, but I didn't think they were assholes either. Oh, wait! Based on Victor's description of them, yeah I did. It felt like what happened years ago began to happen again, with a close friend abandoning me in the end. What was the point of getting friends if they all ended up leaving one in the end? Not to mention, Jeff's words still had me fret for him, but I still didn't exactly know what he meant? Someone had their 'non-existent' eyes set on him? What the heck was that supposed to mean? If Jeff wasn't the one placing him in any danger, then who was? Was there another killer in town?

No, that was ridiculous! So far, the news only spoke about the killings that had occurred on Jeff's account, and all of them looked mutilated with carved smiles and all, and that was his pattern, not much else was needed in order to realize that so far, he was the only threat we needed to worry about. I was looking through some old books I kept on my shelf when I heard a knock at the entrance door downstairs. Believing it to be some brats looking for some candy, I grunted and went down with a pissed expression on my face. That should've been enough costume to scare them off.

"Kids," I growled warningly and unlocked the door without even looking through the peephole. "Go and receive diabetes from somewhere else. This house is off the--" The first and only face I met as soon I stepped out was neither that of some glorifying kids who had put way too much effort into their costumes nor did I see anyone I had expected to see. Instead, I had to bend my head up in order to meet that of investigator Oglaz. "Limits ...." I finished, uncertain of how I was supposed to react to this unexpected visit, but he didn't seem to pay any notice to my baffled state and merely smiles in courteous manners.

"Good day, Miss Black." He greeted calmly.

"H-Hello, investigator." I stuttered and regained my stature. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to check if everything was alright, as all. As you might have known, the ranges of killings have increased since our last meeting, so it would only come as natural for me to be concerned about your well-being. Are you alright?" He acted so calm and so civil despite the subject he was speaking of. I didn't know whether I was supposed to feel flattered for being looked after or creeped out by the fact that he was, in fact, a stranger to me, and I honestly did not wish to end up in more trouble than I was already facing.

"I'm fine. You don't need to bother checking up, y'know? Most people wouldn't even hesitate in passing me anytime." I casually assured him, and my answer seemed to slightly disappoint him, if not make him a little melancholic. God, please never let this become a pity party where I was in charge of providing the people with indulgent comfort. I'd rather have the fucker kill me instead.

"Well, it is a shame that people are so narrow-minded these days. Anyway," He proceeded to place and assuring hand upon my shoulder. "I have to ask you for something if you wouldn't mind?"

"What is it?" I asked, ignoring the fact that I wasn't practically comfortable with physical contact. I was always so strange, and the fact that his hand felt so cold even above the fabric of my shirt didn't add to my sense of dread.