Pandoras Killer

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Just as I  was promised, the money was delivered in the mail the next day. Before anyone else in my house woke up, I trotted out to the mailbox to grab my money.

As I flick through my money, a small white slip of paper catches my attention. I scan my eyes over the message roughly written on the paper.

At least now you won't need to buy another one of those little charms

Sitting in the bottom of the envelope is a Pandora charm, it's a silver band and dangling from it is a one hundred dollar note. 

wow, so creative of them.

But how did they know about my Pandora collection?

I know that they've been watching me, but I didn't think they were watching me that closely. That's just weird.

I head back inside, and go back to my bedroom. It's too early to rock up at Emma's house right now, so I place the charm onto my bracelet, and stash the money in my undies drawer. It should be safe there now, unless someone really wants to sniff my smelly undies.

I close my eyes for a quick second, and when I open them, it's about ten o'clock. While I rummage through my closet, looking for some half decent clothes, my phone starts to vibrate on my bed. 

Emma is videochatting.

Great timing Emma.

I answer my phone and leave it on my bed,

"Hey Emma..." I start the conversation,

"Hey. Where are you?" She asks,

"I'm trying to find some clean clothes to put on."

"So I'm assuming you're still at home."

"Yep, sure am." A triumphant smile rests on my face as I pull out some clean shorts and tank top,

"Well I think you should hurry up and get here." Her voice sounds urgent, and when I get to the phone her eyes keep darting around,

"What's going on?" I ask a little more seriously,

"Just get your lazy ass here as soon as you can."

"Good-" Before I say goodbye, she hangs up.

That was sudden. She didn't exactly sound like herself, something must be up.

I grab out my converse from under my bed and quickly head over to her house. The chilly morning air blows my hair around my face, and it keeps getting stuck in my lip gloss. I pull a wild strand of hair from out of my lips, then smack my lips together. 
What could be wrong with Emma?  I doubt it's anything too serious, but a niggly voice in the back of my head tells me otherwise...

Without bothering to knock on the door, I grab out my key from my pocket and unlock it. The door creaks as I slowly pull it open, the house is dead silent. Her parents are nowhere to be seen. The door closes behind me with a loud thud, and from the other side of the house I hear soft classical music. That's odd, Emma was always one for some jazz. 

After peeking over my shoulder, I head over to where the music is playing. On the floor is an ipod, Emma's ipod to be exact. What is happening?

I race up the stairs to see if anyone is occupying a room. When I poke my head into Emma's room, her bed is messy, and a saxophone lays on the floor. Why would she leave her good saxophone just laying around?

From under her bed, I hear a muffled voice. I crawl onto my knees, and check under there. Eyeballing me is a frightened and gagged Emma, whose eyes seem to be screaming for help.

"Oh my gosh Emma..." I softly exclaim, 

Emma looks desperate, like she's going to break down any second. I pull her out from under the bed, then I untie the gag. 

Eew it's covered in spit.

"We have to get out of here." She grabs my collar and begs me,

"Emma what's going on?" I ask urgently, 

"We have to go." Her eyes drill into mine, and I agree to leave with her,

"Where are we going?" 

"I don't know yet, but we have to get away from here." She looks at me, begging for me to get us out of here,

"Alright then, let's get out of here." I whisper to Emma as I help her stand up.

We slowly walk down the stairs, but at the bottom of them is a man. Emma takes a step back,

"We need to get out of here..." She starts to push me back towards her room, but before we can get any further, his gruff voice breaks the silent air.

"Don't think I can't see you." His head snaps around and he stands up,

The first thing I notice about him is that he looks familiar, but with him at the bottom of the stairs, it's kind of hard to see his face in a lot of detail. 

"This is the part where we run...'" Emma harshly whispers into my ear, then we turn and run,

We run into the bathroom, and hide behind the door. Great, now we're trapped, what a great idea this was. 

"I'll find you kiddies." His low voice echoes throughout the second level of the house,

"We have to get out of the house." I tell Emma,

She nods her head, "How?"

"The window?" I suggest,

"In case you've forgotten, we're in the second storey of a house you silly goose!" Emma quietly exclaims,

"Aha!" The man shrieks, "I'm coming for you..."

I shrink further into the corner, Emma squishes my ribs into my spine. We're both praying that he doesn't find us.

Suddenly the door slams right into us, and we make eye contact with the devil himself.

But I feel the wind being sucked right out of me, as I realise who this man is. This is the man who has known me all along, yet I never knew anything about him. How could this be? 

"Peter?" I manage to choke out,

All I see is his devilish smile, then he grabs Emma by hwe neck, and starts to squeeze it.

"NO!" I scream, 

"Why not little girl?" He creepily asks,

I can't form any words, I still can't stop seeing the old Peter that I knew, the one with the friendly smile. This Peter is a completely different person. 

"Okay then." He pauses for a dramatic effect, "We'll start with you."