My Life With a Killer (Jimmy Casket. VenturianTale Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

(Carter's POV)
"Are you sure that was Jimmy Casket?" Officer Jones asked.

"Yes," I stated. "Definitely."

"You see, there's a little problem here." Officer Jones studied his notepad. "Casket doesn't leave anyone behind. He surely wouldn't let someone live if they were in the middle of calling the police and reloading a gun."

"B-but it was him," I stammered.

"You said you didn't go to sleep the night before and it's late so your mind was probably playing tricks on you," the cop said. "You were also scared so the wind probably blew the door open and when you came downstairs you imagined seeing him there."

"But the window was open!" I exclaimed.

I ran to the window that was now shut and locked.

"Well, I did open some windows because it was stuffy in here with the coming storm," Jessie said. "I must've forgotten to close that one."

"See, it must've just been your imagination! You may be twenty-one but I think you're still a child at heart." Jones chuckled.

"Well, I guess I could've been wrong." I shrugged. "Now that I think of it, it is late and I was feeling really tired and emotional."

"See! And plus, bad guys don't usually go to the same house twice. It's like a burglar robbing a house then robbing it again the next night. It's too suspicious," Officer Jones said. "It's four in the morning so how about we just go back to sleep!"

"That sounds like a good idea," Jessie agreed. "Sorry to have bothered you."

Officer Jones tipped his hat in return then sauntered out the door.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered. "I really thought it was him."

"That's okay," Jessie said soothingly. "Let's go to sleep and we can talk in the morning."

"Okay," I mumbled. "Im just going to get a glass of water first. Goodnight."

"Goodnight!" Jessie chirped then scurried up the stairs.

I quickly gulped down the water hoping that the burning image of Jimmy Casket would drown. I set my glass in the sink then headed towards the stairs. The mental picture of him laying on the floor with blood dripping from his neck swirled around in my brain. But that was all just my imagination. I looked towards the front and saw something I hasn't noticed before. A drop of blood on the hard wood floor.

-•-

I blinked against the bright sun that swam in through my curtains. I groaned and flipped over, trying to block everything out. The smell of bacon wafted upstairs into my bedroom. I jumped up my bed and ran down to the kitchen.

"Did you make bacon?" I asked Jessie.

"Yep!" He said. "And pancakes! Your favorite!"

"Thanks," I said, giving him a hug.

"No problem."

Jessie set the plate down in front of me and sat across the table with his own food.

"Frozen waffles?" I asked.

"What? I don't like pancakes and frozen waffles are the best," Jessie said with a mouthful of food.

"Gross!" I exclaimed.

"I have a job interview today," Jessie said, suddenly becoming serious.

"Where? When?" I questioned.

"It's an editing job for the local newspaper," Jessie said. "I'm leaving in fifteen minutes and won't be back until about two."

"Okay," I said. "Goodluck!"

"Thanks," Jessie said but seemed distracted.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Can I leave you home alone?" Jessie wondered. "What happened last night and three days ago and stuff."

"I'm fine," I assured him.

"Are you positive?" He asked.

"Yes. I am absolutely, positively, one-hundred percent sure," I said.

"Okay." He sighed. "just remember if you need anything you can always go to Anthony next door. I'll have my phone turned off."

Jessie slung his coat on and started for the door.

"Oh yeah, that counselor lady called again," Jessie said.

"No, I don't need or want counseling," I stated.

"Okay but she still wants a meeting or check up thing to make sure you're alright right," Jessie shrugged. "I set an appointment up in two days."

I groaned and locked the door after Jessie walked out. The emptiness settled around me and I already began to feel bored. I walked around the house exploring new places I haven't seen. Being careful to avoid my parents room I went into my own. My brother let me have the room with the walk in closet when we first moved here. I walked into the closer and noticed a small white panel the same color as the wall. It was about one and a half feet tall and a foot wide. The rectangle was just above the ground and hidden by some clothes. I pushed the clothes over and kneeled in front of the panel. I pellets on the edges of it but it didn't budge.

"I've got this," I encouraged myself.

I rubbed my hands together then pushed on it as hard as I could. It swung open sending me flat on my face. I looked up and found myself in a small room. There was a love seat, two chairs, a pink rug, and colorful lights hanging from the support beams of the low ceiling. The doorbell rang and I hurried out then ran down the stairs. When I opened the door I was greeted by Anthony.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi, um your brother wanted me to check up on you really quick. Make sure you're not going insane from emotional crap or something," Anthony explained.

"Nope!" I chirped. "Look at what I found!"

I took his hand and dragged him up to my closet.

"Cool!" Anthony exclaimed. "The people who used to leave here must've forgotten to take it!"

I looked down and realized we were still holding hands. I quickly pulled away from him and he blushed.

"This could be like an awesome hang out place! We should get some bean bag chairs," Anthony suggested.

"Totally!" I agreed. "Let's go!"

A/N

*tries to clear throat* *ends up having a coughing fit* sorry that took me long to update especially since this is a new story but I was sick. This is the first time in a week I don't have a pulsing migraine. But I'm still coughing real bad. I'm trying to finish this before my battery dies! I forgot to ask last time: How do you guys like the cover I made?