Sweet Sweet Murder

Chapter One

Hazel's POV 

     The deep silence of the night was broken by a crash next door. It was the sound of breaking glass, and not just a little bit. I already had trouble falling asleep in the sticky heat of the September night, and this wasn't helping. The only person next door was my friend, Quinn White. She was alone tonight. Her parents were out of town for the weekend. I had a gut feeling then that something wasn't right. Something felt off and I couldn't sit and do nothing. I got up out of bed, and threw on my sweater. Walking over to my window I pulled back the curtain. Quinn's house was almost pitch black besides for one small light in the kitchen. I went back over to my nightstand, picked up my phone. It was 3:45A.M. Quinn is never up this late. I dialed her number. The phone only rang twice before it stopped. She declined the call. This didn't sit well with me, she never declines my calls. I grabbed my shoes and headed out the door.

     It was pitch black out. The closest streetlight had gone out two nights ago. The only lights illuminating the street were from the front porches of the neighbors, and the small light from Quinn's house. I slowly made my way over to her house and across the lawn to her door. The grass brushed against my ankle, depositing the cold early morning dew onto it. Once I made it to the door I could tell something wasn't right. The window was broken and the door was just slightly open. A small speck of light made it through the cracked door.

     "Quinn?" I quietly called out into her house.

     "Is everything okay?"

     I got no response. I pushed open the door and crept my way in. Broken glass littered the floor. I had a sudden sense of dread. This can't be happening I thought to myself. This is like a setup to a horror movie. Aside from the glass, the house looked normal. I heard the faint sound of footsteps. They weren't coming my way. I could just barely make out the voices of other people. Someone other than Quinn and me was in the house. My heart was racing.

     "Quinn, are you okay?" I hesitantly called out.

     "The door was open so I came in. I hope you're fine with that."

     After I had called out I realized I was too quiet for anyone to even hear me. Maybe that was for the best. I keep moving slowly and quietly across the house. That was when I heard it. Quinn screamed out for help. It was cut short though, something happened. I was petrified. I couldn't move or even think about moving. My gut instincts were telling me to run for the door and leave. Something in the back of my head kept pushing me forward though. I couldn't explain it. I kept moving slowly. The voices barely got clearer as I got closer to their source. I peeked around the corner into the kitchen. Quinn was on the ground. My heart skipped a beat, I must be dreaming. I turned back around the corner and shut my eyes tightly. This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real. I looked back around the corner. Two people stood above her. It was too dark to make them out. I didn't even think if they could see me from there. The only thing I could make out other than that was a large knife. Blood dripped from the tip. I could feel the tears running down my face. I wanted to scream, run out to help, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't move. The larger of the two reached down to Quinn and stabbed her in the back. Quinn tried crawling but they dragged her back. Suddenly one of them stood straight up.

     "We need to leave. We made too much noise" said the muffled voice.

     I could barely make out what they said. After what seemed like an eternity they started moving, right towards me. This is it I thought. This is it. This is how I die. I was still stuck in place, unable to move. Just before they turned the corner they stopped.

     "No! Why would you go through the front? Leave through the back." snapped one of the voices.

     I couldn't even breathe a sigh of relief. They left the house through the back, carefully closing the door behind them. I sat for what seemed like forever before I heard a small cry from Quinn.

     "Oh my god, Quinn!" I cried out.

     Quinn's gaze shifted over to me. She tried to speak but nothing came out. I knew needed to call for help. I ran for Quinn's house phone and dialed 911. This is just like that day..The day Imogen died.