Person Of Interest. [GoodGuyFitz]

Cookies and Cam. (1)

My peaceful sleep was interrupted when the sound of a truck and loud yelling pounded into my ears. I tried to ignore it, yet that failed miserably. I rolled over, even tried to cover my head with one of my many pillows. But overall, my techniques were no match for the loud clanking and banging from outside.

It was half past noon. I should be awake. But why spend my free time doing productive things when I could sleep?

There was another loud sound, making me jump out of bed in frustration. I made my way out to the living room and ripped the blinds open. Before being able to see clearly I had to rub my eyes, when I opened the blinds, I ended up blinding myself in the process. The sun had ill intentions today.

Guess that's my karma for being an actual hobbit.

It looked like someone had finally rented the house next to mine. Which was surprising. Baffling, even. That person was either a serial killer enthusiast, or just clueless as to what happened last year. I'm not going to bother you with the nitty gritty details, but long story short, the guy who used to live there murdered ten women in that house.

I was almost one of them. But we'll get into that later.

My mind and brain is still plagued with night terror after night terror, but a year later I'm almost back to a hundred percent. But now this person, or persons had sparked my interest. I peered down the street to see almost every neighbor outside, watching. Probably wondering the same thing I was. The whole ordeal had scarred the whole neighborhood.

I watched the few men walk in and out of the moving truck, carrying box after box. Assuming they were all just movers, I retreated into the kitchen and gathered ingredients to make cookies. Might as well welcome him. And by welcome I mean silently judge him and see if he's a weirdo or not.

I made a plan in my head, also made a few mental notes not to be too nosy. If he did end up being a serial killer enthusiast, he might also be a copycat. If he gets the vibe that I'm nosy he might just make me his new target. I've already made that mistake once- and there's no need to go back.

My next few hours were spent eating half of the cookies I made, and catching up on the new season of Stranger Things. I had just pulled the last batch from the oven when I realized it was silent outside. After doing a quick check through the blinds, I saw the truck was gone and everything in the lawn had been cleaned up.

"Now's the time, Rory," I told myself, then plated the hottest cookies. I covered them in foil, slipped my shoes on, and made my way towards the house.

Walking over to a neighbors house seems simple. But after nearly dying in that house a year ago- it was easier said than done. I had made a point over the last year to cross the street before heading in the direction of that house. I hadn't even looked at the front door of that house since that day.

Sam, my therapist, will have a field day with this story when I pay him a visit next week.

I walked up the steps and stopped at the door. My brain stopped me from knocking, my fist sat an inch from the wood refusing to move. "Just knock. Bring your fist to the door, tap tap tap. He'll answer, you'll smile and welcome him and then you'll be on your way. Fuck anxiety, just do it Rory." I went to knock on the door, but my fist hit air instead of wood.

He opened the door.

"I'm not that terrifying, Rory. I don't bite," The man wiggled his eyebrows and talked to me in a smooth, New Zealand accent.

"You heard everything I said, didn't you?" I tired to come off as confident, but my vocal chords protested and made my voice crack loudly.

"I did, yes. Those wooden steps aren't the quietest. Is this the part where you give me the store bought cookies and welcome me to the neighborhood?" He asked, clearly amused. I took mental notes of his features. He seemed to be at least six foot four. Blue eyes, uneven eyebrows and fair skin. His forehead was a bit big, but in a handsome way.