Midnight lies

Chapter 6

Everywhere I go now, work, supermarket, all I feel is fear. There is somebody watching my every move, I can feel it, it's unsettling to say the least. I sleep with one eye open, I'm always looking behind when I'm walking around. What if I was next? This killer, this thing, knows I saw the murder take place, they have found me. Worse part of all of this is that I haven't even told a soul, this killer is not being chased by the cops, so why follow me around? The only thing I can think of is that this killer doesn't care about what I could do, they just want to kill me next. They say serial killers usually have a type, I could be the perfect fit for the sick, twisted fantasy this killer needs to satisfy. I think I need to lie down.

After a short nap I decide to turn on the tv to catch up on the news. I don't usually watch the news as I just find it depressing but I am awaiting on someone to find the victim, she must be out there somewhere, there must be someone who misses her. This has become a habit and just about when I decide to turn the tv off to get ready for my shift, I see it. The face of the victim I witnessed being murdered is finally on the news, she was finally found. She was so pretty, blond hair, green eyes, around 5ft3. What a waste, this poor woman who is around 25 years old the reporter states, has had her life cut short by a sadistic killer. Whilst I stare at the tv, at this poor woman's picture, I can't help but notice we look similar. I have blond hair, blue eyes and I'm around 5ft1. This turns my blood cold and I freeze, I was the killers type, as far as I was concerned, I was a dead woman at this point.

It's Thursday and my shift is almost starting. I can't help but think I wish it was summer right now, not because I dislike cooler weather, but because it's light outside until 9pm. I used to find the nighttime soothing, I now find it terrifying. Bad things only seem to happen at night, this never used to bother me, or cross my mind, until I witnessed a murder.

I walk into the foyer and press the lift button, I'm alone at first but then I feel a presence next to me. I'm too scared to turn and look but it turns out I didn't need to, the person spoke. 'Hi Lucy,' it's a voice I don't recognise. I have to turn now, I need to look at this person, I need to see who they are. I turn my head slowly and I see him, the killer, I'm sure of it. 'How do you know my name?' The man waits a moment and then speaks. 'I know all about you Lucy, it's my job to know who my potential victims are.' I don't know what to do but I'm paralysed with fear, after this response the man leaves and the lift doors open, I step inside alone and press my floor number. I was a dead woman.