I remember that night like it was yesterday. Not necessarily with regret or remorse, but with relief for the small ticking sound that pulled me into a world that would give me love, adventure, excitement, and a real best friend. It also brought me closure to the biggest question in my life. But before I tell you about that I have to talk about the night that introduced me to it, but not in the way you may think. My name is Jocelyn Wilker and this is my story.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As I was walking home from my job at the library, I remember not noticing the lack of people bustling down the street in the usual clumped fashion. In fact, no one was on the streets that night, I was just too distracted to notice. I was, and I find this funny, contemplating why in the world people attack others. I mean seriously what's the point? I understand revenge and self-defense, but attacking and killing for fun or guilty pleasure? Can you say, 'deranged'?
Tic... Tic... Tic... I stopped and broke off my train of thought to listen for the sound that was strangely close to the ticking of an old grandfather clock.
Tic... Tic... Tic.... I furrowed my brow and squinted my brown eyes behind my glasses in concentration to find the source, but was only met with dead silence and a cat darting across a small lawn. I groaned in irritation at my over reactive imagination and continued walking.
Tic... Tic.. Tic... Tic... Tic... Tic... I walked faster in fear. I arrived panting on my front step turning my head wildly with my eyes wide and a small amount of sweat dripping from my brow. I froze. Someone, or something was watching me from down the street. Slowly, so I wouldn't alert the figure, I grabbed my keys from my purse and looked over to the door so I could unlock it and flee into the safety of my home. With my fingers fumbling with the key and my breathing shaky I managed after 5 excruciatingly slow seconds I got the door open. Glancing back to where the figure had been all I saw was empty air and dead fall leaves. Not even stopping to think I ran inside of my small home, slammed the door shut and dead bolted it. As soon as I sighed in relief, the noise made a reappearance.
Tic.. Tic.. Tic.. Biting my lip to restrain a scream I sprinted down the hall and into my room closing and locking that door as well. I flung myself on my bed and rubbed my eyes. What is going on? Am I going crazy? Is this karma? I immediately thought of all the bad things I have done in my life, which all I could easily count on one hand. I sighed in relief. Nope. Not karma. Maybe its a case of mistaken identity or, my watch is broken! I ran into my bathroom to stare at my reflection. Everything looked normal. Same dark brown eyes, same wavy unmanageable brown hair, same unsatisfactory skin, same petite (which is nice for short) curvy stature. I mean I don't look crazy... Right? Ugh, I'm getting ahead of myself. I am not crazy. I am not going to get hurt by that mysterious figure. I will go to bed tonight then wake up and everything will be back to normal. Boy was I wrong.
YOU ARE READING
The Killers and Us
ParanormalOne night after arriving home Jocelyn came upon a strange occurrence that ended her up in a house of serial killers, who aren't used to females. Little do they know that once they get settled a new arrival to the family will tilt their worlds upsid...
