A Murderous Mission

Two

Upon arriving at school, some of Susan's other friends strode right up to her as soon as she got out of her car. I told her I'd see her in class and departed to my locker, grabbing my thin grey things for my first period before heading down the hall to class.

Throughout the class, everyone couldn't stop talking about the most recent murder. I caught some of what they were saying, it only frightened me even more.

"I heard Caleb graduated from here not too long ago"

"I hear the next victim will be someone attending this school"

"Say your goodbyes and 'I love you' to your family guys, you never know when it could be your last"

That very last comment shook me to my core, it didn't help when the rest of the school day passed this way. No one was really paying attention in class, too caught up in their own drowning thoughts of the so-called, "Devil's Killer".

On the ride home, I could feel the side glances Susan kept giving me, knowing full well something was up and on my mind. Susan could read my emotions easily, but surprisingly enough, she didn't say anything, which I was quite thankful for.

Pulling into my two-car driveway, Susan gave me a small smile as she waved goodbye to me as I reached my front door. After unlocking both locks, I stepped inside, instantly noticing how quiet it was. Usually, the air was on or my dad was up doing something to keep his mind off Mom. Though it seemed he wasn't home, but the air was on and yet it still seemed too quiet, even for their house.

I stood still in my doorway, waiting for something - anything - to move or wiggle, just so it could set me at ease. To be completely honest, the absolute stillness of the house was starting to make me overthink. After a few more minutes, I sighed in slight relief, there was nothing.

So the next thing I do, I decide to do what every five-year-old did after they shut off their lights before going to bed. Run like hell to their intended destination.

Racing up the stairs and to my bedroom door, the first thing I noticed was that it was closed. I never closed my door to my room cause no one else ever came up here. The only time I actually did close it was when I was actually in it, but because of my schedule, this was rare. Although I knew I was being paranoid, my heart still accelerated with the fear for the unknown behind her doorway.

Alright. 1..2..3!

I slammed my door open and to my beyond relief, nothing was behind my door, hiding or waiting for me to come home, and attack. Letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in, I stepped into my doorway and closed my door behind me.

Dropping my bag in the back corner of my bed, I couldn't help but flop on my bed and close my eyes. It finally hit me how tired I really was as sleep pulled me into darkness, easily taking me into a deep and dark sleep. 

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