The Deaf Stalker

Chapter 1: It's not a Lovely day for it
Torquay Cresent, Stevenage. A well- balanced street with well-balanced people; some are nice, volunteering for those in need and some even say "Lovely day for it" as they pass by in the street even when its pouring with rain buts some are ominous, drug-using, selfish staying inside their houses peeking out behind curtains of secrecy. Some people don't really go out that often as they are too interested onto what's happening on the news lately, and their scared to leave their homes and become brave enough enough to enter into the world. You could call them something along the lines of the 'Neighbourhood Turtles'.

The houses were made with normal bricks, windows and with normal panes but many years can change things and with the houses, it's no exception, with the bricks turning into a dark, mossy, dead-like colour that was disturbing and disgusting to the eye, which went against the saying 'Home is where the heart is' in every shape and form. The windows were almost covered with a kind of dust or powder from who knows what and you could barely see if anybody or anything was looking back at you like camouflage. The panes were falling down from the roofs of some houses in the neighbourhood and were smashing onto the ground with strength and power of a meteor landing on earth and making a small dent on the ground with no plaster of some kind covering it up.

The streets were cracked concrete as if a miniture earthquake had hit Torquay Cresent and no one had noticed, as per usual. Its cracks core through every path, every road, and every garden there is on this street and it has no plans on stopping as it keeps reaching the next street which was 2 miles away. Some cracks have the scent of freshly grown green grass blooming from the very inch of the cracks like beauty escaping from the beast.

In the mornings, particularly at 6am, the weather is always terrible as it pours sorrow's and grief's tears onto the ground below as if those above are disappointed at this place. The alarm for every morning wasn't from a Rooster screaming 'KAKA DOODLE DO!' or the sun rising from behind the hill to wake everyone up to a bright and wonderful day, instead there is always a loud 'BANG!' coming from one house in the neighbourhood. Nobody knows what makes this loud noise in the morning, in EVERY morning. But some neighbourhood gossipers have been speculating that this could be gunshots from a BB gun coming from the garden, it could be a cat knocking down some priceless objects from high shelfs, or it could just be the falling planes from the house, who knows. All we know is that nobody questions it, not even the tiniest speck of thought goes into questioning it, because the people just goes along with it and there won't be anymore trouble like a bystander walking past and not helping a victim of a crime.

You would think the morning seems to be the worst part of each day but you'd be wrong... dead wrong. Because this is a story of one fatal 'accident' that happened to one woman, Isabella Barker.

Chapter 2: The Woman who could of Been
The woman that will die an untimely death, is Isabella Barker, a lady in her late 20s but sadly interrupted on the age of 27. She had dark blonde hair as silk as straw and as short as Rapunzel's hair if she couldn't stand tripping over her hair anymore.

Unfortunately, she was a deaf woman who had an illness in her ears at the age of 12 but didn't get the proper treatment so she was deaf for 6 years eventually had a a hearing-aid placed in her left ear and now she can hear again for the next 3 years before her death occured. She wore it when she went out, when she got in, but only took it out when she went to bed after locking her doors and windows because she was worried about and intruder entering her home in the streets of Torquay Cresent.

She mainly wore fashion that was propular last month after evry month because she thought that these clothes should be forgotten and thrown away. She had make-up but not too much so everyone wouldn't recognise her, because she felt unsecure about her appearance with some freckles here and there but still looked like any other good-looking girl at that age. Most girls at this age feel like that but Isabella didn't mind about it. The shoes she wore were occasionally trainers or high tops without the heels because she was already tall, as in 5 feet 6 inches tall, so this put her up to and average male height and this put her as the tallest of her friends.