Oh yeah and when the person's speaking, if its in Italic's it someone other than her, if its not in Italics, its her.

('Her' is the person telling the story)

Have you ever been lost and were never found? Did you have some dreams that never came true? Do you love someone, but do not know who it is yet? All of these things have happened to me throughout my life. Everything except one thing, I did love someone and I didnt know who it was at first, but I figured it out quickly. This person completed me, like a missing peice of the puzzle....

'BANG BANG BANG!'

I woke up and looked around, who the hell could it be now? I put on my blue robe and my blue fuzzy slippers and shuffled downstairs. I tried to tame my blonde matt of hair, but it made it worse, I looked like a bushy lion. I went over to the door and opened it slowly, my dog bounded out the door and started growling. There was this man with a bunch of papers in his hand, smiling.

'Hello, miss, could I spare a minute of your time.'

Oh jesus, he was selling something. We both stood there, the man still smiling.

'May I come in?'

I opened the door a little as the man barged in, who the hell does he think he is? He sat down on my couch and plopped down his papers. I didnt know what to say or do so I sat beside him.

'Miss, I heard you were thinking about moving...'

How the hell did he know that? I swear, this guy was stalking me or something.

'Yes...um I am thinking about it....'

The man nodded and plopped his papers in my lap, ok enough is enough. I picked up the papers and set them down on the table, I really needed to know who this guy was.

'Exuse me sir, um, what is your name?'

The man laughed, and I really found this funny (sarcasm).

'I'm Alex, Alex Shooter.'

Shooter eh, never heard of him, but he had a accent, really thick Mississippi accent. Alex stared blankly back at me, I shuffled through the papers and found one that caught my interest. I held it up....

'Where is this?'

He cocked his head and stared at the paper and then he put his hands in his lap.

'That would be Tashmore lake, a very beautiful place if I dont say so myself.'

Tashmore Lake, sounds far off into the woods, far away from people. I needed to know how much he wanted for it, I really liked this Tashmore Lake.

'Um, Mr. Shooter, how much do you want for this place?'

I won't say the exact number, since I actully forget it, but it was a little expensive. I still took it though.

Three Weeks Later

The house was completely empty, everything was in box's. I looked around at my old home, I guess I really would miss it. I heard the movers honk they'e horn and I headed out the door.

After the movers loaded everything, it was off to Tashmore Lake. I gave them directions to the place just in case we got separated. The clouds were rolling in soon and it might get a little wet. After about, lets say about six hours I saw a big sign, 'Tashmore Lake'. Yay we are finally here. I stopped the car and grabbed my wallet, I needed a drink anyway. I took my glasses off and popped in my contacts over my blue eyes, seems I forgot to put them in. There was a little diner, with really ugly green doors. I went up to them and tried pulling on them.

'No door handle? What the hell.....oh.'

The door handle was on the other side (stupid me). I stumbled inside and everyone stopped they're talking and stared at me, maybe they dont like strangers. I sat on a little stool as the man beside me eyed me funny, I cleared my throat. The women behind the diner counter came up to me and smiled.

'Are you new here honey?'

I was kinda off in my own little world and it took my a couple of seconds to reply.

'Yeah, I'm moving off in the woods.'

The man beside me moved over a stool, what did I smell funny or something.

'Oh honey...'

The women shook her head and gave me a sympathy look, what was with these people. The women put her hand over mine.

'Dont move down there, theres a murdered.'

Ya right, probably just some rumour. I shook my head and smiled.

'Listen lady, I dont belive in rumours, so I just think I'm gonna leave.'

I stormed out of the diner and into the storm.

How was that? My first Secret Window fic! Mort is coming up soon, so dont you worry! So R&R and tell me if its good or bad! Thanks!

!# Sara #!