Shadows

Chapter 1

A scream pierces through the oddly quiet night as I pulled into the driveway of my home.

I quickly throw open my Ford's door, scared as hell. I race to my house, not bothering with my keys- only because the front door's already ajar. The door creaks as I push it open, letting more light flood in. My footsteps fall silently as I creep across the floor of my family's sitting room.

It has never looked more creepy in here...

BANG

I jump and look around, frightened by the vase's sudden crash. As I was digging in my purse for my phone, I hear the door click shut behind me. I whip my head around and say, "Who's there...?" No one replies, probably because they don't want to be found.

Slowly, I walk into the kitchen, where there lays a bloody knife. I scream at the top of my lungs, hoping someone will hear me. I frantically move my shaking fingers to the 9-1-1 digits on my iPhone. I hear it ring once, and an operator picks up.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"I think there is a killer in my house, or somebody is dead or something...." I reply in a quivering voice.

"Okay, what is your address?"

"94 Caracalla Circle Sacramento, California."

"Emergency vehicles will be on their way, but for now, I need you to stay calm."

"How can I stay calm when a homicide or murder or a murderer is in my house?!"

"I just need you to get out of you house immediately, miss."

"Okay, but where do I go?"

"Go straight to your car or to a neighbor, if they are close."

"I'm getting in my car."

"Stay there until authorities come."

"Okay, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

I ran to the closest neighbor's house, which wasn't that far away. I didn't like the feeling of being alone in my dark car. Emphasis on ALONE.

When I got to my neighbor's house, I quickly knocked on the door, loud and hard. My neighbor, Sheila, appeared after the door was flung opened.

"What is wrong my dear," she inquired," I heard a loud scream coming from your house; are you alright?"

"No, I am scared shitless and there might be a murderer in my house."

I begged, "Will you please please please let me in until the police come?"

"Oh my God, of course I will let you in, sweetie." She said after ushering me in.

Sheila took one last look around outside then cautiously shut the door. I then realized that she was wearing big hair rollers and a nightgown. What time was it? I ask about that later. But for now, I had to be on my toes.