This time I thought of the consequences. If I called the police I would get arrested for breaking into somebody’s house. I held my hands to my face thinking of what was the right thing to do. I scanned the room to see what else their was. The walls had a couple splattered dots of blood on them. Across the room was a laptop. I ran over to it and rubbed my finger across the bottom pad. Suddenly the laptop flicked on, the blue light against my face looked as if I was telling a story around a campfire. On the screen was a picture of a plant and underneath it was text labelled “Mark”. At the bottom was a space for a password. I had no idea what the password was but I was determined to find out what’s on that laptop. I pulled open the top cabinet of his desk. Inside was some rope and a pack of baby wipes. Probably to clean up some blood with perhaps? I reached down to the next cabinet, whatever was inside was unpredictable. The drawer rolled open smoothly. Inside was a torch and a couple sticky notes. Before reading what they said, I turned around to make sure nobody was in there. The room felt odd and uncomfortable. I whipped straight back around to look at the notes. After reading all the notes it turns out their useless. They’re just shopping lists and receipts and stuff. I picked up the torch to examine the weird designs on it. As I rolled it around with my fingers I saw a label on the bottom of it. The label said “HTAED” Without hesitating quickly popped back up and typed in the letters. For about seven seconds I waited. Then it finally said “Welcome Mark.” I mouthed a victory yes and then turned around just to make sure. I swirled back around, I was into the computer. I instantly clicked on the Pictures document. Their was a picture of the park. Then there were a couple pictures of some kids playing near the forest. I cringed so hard. This is so scary, what have I gotten myself into? I thought for a good ten seconds. I needed to get out of their before whoever lives there came back. I stood up and ran yo the door. I held my hand around the brass doorknob. I glanced over my shoulder, she was still alive. I thought of maybe taking her with me. I stared at her for a couple seconds before turning back around and running past the living room to the front door. How could I get out of there with her and how could I get her out? I bolted down the hallways. As I ran down the next floor, I saw a suspicious looking couple. They were in their twenty’s and were very tall. The thing that made them look suspicious were that they kept staring at me and that the woman had a red stain on her dress as if some blood had accidentally splattered on her. I didn’t look back though. I ran for my life out the front door and down the street. It was already dark and grim. My sneakers pattered against the cement as I went further. My head span around the thought of being murdered. The street lights shimmered above me, the footsteps of other crowds around me rang in my ears. All I wanted to do is wake up. I still questioned myself for doing the right thing. I was a couple houses away from my house, that’s when I heard, “Lizzie!” Come from the shadows behind me. I turned around slowly. A short shadow walked forwards until it was directly under a street light. It was Kate. Her face looked as if she herself was about to kill me right then and there. The light that shined on her face turned her big beautiful smile into a very dark and creepy one. I gulped silently. I couldn’t spit out a single word. My legs felt as if I was a baby giraffe learning how to walk and my eyes widened with great fear. “What are you doing out here?” Kate laughed as she took a few more steps forward. “I know you paid the groundskeeper! I know you delivered that package to the kidnappers room! How could you do this?!” I screamed at her. After that she looked as scared as me. “Why are you yelling at me? I thought you were my friend!” Kate shouted back at me. She started to tear up as if I did something horrible. “What are you talking about a kidnapper?” She asked as she tried to wipe away her tears. “You are on to something, you sneaky b***h!” I yelled in her face as I held up my camera with the photos of the room on the screen. Kate looked generally confused and scared. “I paid the groundskeeper money because I was entering the garden contest. I delivered that package to the room because they bought my tiger lamp online. I have no idea why you’re yelling at me!” Screamed Kate. I stood there in confusion. I knew she wouldn’t do anything like kill me. It turned out that she had no idea about the kidnapper. That night we stayed at Kate’s house and talked about the room and the next newspaper. “I understand what you thought.” Said Kate. I thanked her and gave her a hug. Then my cellphone rang. It was an unknown number but it could have been my grandma that was supposed to call me tonight. I picked it up. “I know what you saw, if you say anything, I will slit you and your friend’s throat.” Whispered a mans voice from the phone before it hung up.
Authors Note:
Thanks to everybody who enjoys the series. Ps, if you don’t like my stories then don’t read them. If I was able to comment back, I would. And as always, leave dome ideas below and tell me if you believe Kate’s story.
