Evil is not born. A baby is born innocent, no sin's at all. Evil is made. By who? Us. By the choices that we make. Do you think a baby is born and automatically wants to kill someone? No. When a child is born all they want to do is eat, sleep and poop. So what puts it in their minds? Lack of attention? Hardly. Although, yes sometimes that is what drives them. At least that is what we hear. But what if some people can't help it? What if some people are driven by more then just choices? What if since they were born they had something inside of them? Something inside their brain that drives them to do what they do... I mean, does one want to be obsessed with someone? Is that really a feeling one would choose?
To be tortured by the fact that they can never have them. That they would rather see everyone around them die, then to have them happy? Who would want to feel that? That is not a choice but there is a choice in there. That person has the choice of getting help, or acting on it. One thing I have always been taught is, it is not our thought's that make us evil, it is the thought's we act on.
So, let me tell you a story about someone who is obsessed with a woman and then you decide of what you think about the whole situation. I am going to start it off by going to a woman's house. A house that sits on a quiet street where the biggest news of the week is Granny's cat got stuck up in the tree again. Inside of this house lives a blonde woman by the name of Ingrid. Everyone's favorite woman on the block. She kept to herself a lot since her husband passed three years ago from prostate cancer. Kept to herself, but always there to help other's in need. She was a high school teacher before everything had happened and now she was retired at a young age. Her husband's trust fund was more then enough for her to live on so she just wanted to live the rest of her day's in peace.
She and her husband had two daughter's. Anna and Elsa. Anna had just come over to the old house to have dinner with her mother, bringing along her husband, Kristoff. They had a wonderful meal together and the red head was just leaving the house in the evening just as the sun went down and the moon lit the skies over the two story home. It was the end of winter and as Ingrid waved Kristoff and Anna off from her doorway, she could feel the cold chill of night creep through her bones.
Once Anna and Kristoff had drove out of sight, Ingrid shut the door and made her way up the stairs. When you entered the blonde's house, you entered in to a foyer with a big window at the end that looked out in to her huge back yard, here in Maine. In her yard, there was a fenced in pool that obviously wasn't in use right now. When you came through the front door you could go to the end of the foyer and go out the back door that led you to the back yard, or you could go right which led you to the dining room and beyond that the kitchen. Or, to your left was the living room and bathroom.
Attached to the wall where the dining room would be was the huge oak steps that led upstairs where straight on was Anna and Elsa's old room, now a guest room. Turn to the left and there was a closet and another bathroom and the end of the hall was the master bedroom which Ingrid entered now. Inside her room to the left was a tall antique dresser with a mirror on it, and all of Ingrid's after shower needs. Beyond that was a bathroom attached to the bedroom. Then there was a walk in closet and straight across from where you cam in was Ingrid's window. To your right in the middle of the wall sat her huge King sized bed that she almost needed a step ladder to get in to.
Ingrid yawned as she looked at her clock. It was only a little after six. Much too early to go to bed. So, Ingrid went in to the bathroom and had herself a shower and crawled in to some nice and cozy pajama's, and her favorite purple robe her husband had bought her for Christmas seven years back. Ingrid had herself a snack and watched a movie and by that time it was a little after nine so she went up to her bedroom with a light stretch. She noticed her cellphone on the bed stand beside the bed lit up with four missed calls, so she took it and swiped the screen.
Each one was from Elsa, as Ingrid lightly chuckled and went to call her back. Oh how she needed to get that poor girl a date. She was much too worried about her mother all the time and there were time's Ingrid just couldn't get to her. Just as Ingrid had put her finger over the call button on Elsa's name she heard a noise come from downstairs. She turned quickly, dropping her phone to the floor. She didn't have any pets and all her doors were locked. Window's were shut seeing as it was too cold to have them opened so what was that? "H-hello?" She called out but there was no reply.
Ingrid swallowed hard as she crept out of her bedroom. Just as she did, her cell phone vibrated on the floor as Elsa's picture lit up the screen. But Ingrid did not hear it. She made her way to the banister at the top of the steps. When she looked over she could see the light of the window from where the moon shone in. "Is someone down there?" She called out, as her heart thudded hard within her chest.
That was when she heard a smash from within the foyer and she backed up quickly. Her heart was beating quicker then ever. She must have had an intruder! Or maybe... Maybe she did open a window? She was sure that she didn't but Ingrid did not want to call the cops for an open window. She was sure they had better thing's to do. Ingrid shook her head. "This is your house." She said to herself, "No one is here, it's impossible. Now, pull yourself together!"
Not so encouraging word's from herself, but enough to make her put one foot in front of the other, and down the stair's to the foyer. When she had got in there, she noticed something on the floor. A picture on it's face. She looked to the window beyond it, and saw that it was closed. How did it fall? Thing's like that did happen, Ingrid supposed. So she walked over and flipped it over and saw that it was a picture of her and her students from about twenty years ago, when she had first started teaching. She squinted her brows as she put it up on the shelf again. "Your imagination takes too much out of you, Ingrid." She whispered to herself before going back up the steps.
But just as Ingrid reached the top step she heard a noise yet again. She stopped at the top of the banister, her hand on the railing as she swallowed hard. Before, she looked down with ease but now, she was afraid to. She had a feeling that she wasn't going to see just nothing this time. Ingrid slowly moved her head towards the downstairs foyer where in the center of the moonlit floor was a shadow. A shadow of a man who had something in this left hand. He tapped it against his leg and Ingrid knew by the sound and the shadow that it was a knife. And no small knife either.
Ingrid put her hands over her mouth, trying to stifle the scream that wanted so badly to come out. Then, she saw the shadow move and by it's movement she knew he was coming up the stairs. She heard his footsteps on the wooden floor's. This man had steal toe work boots on. She knew the sound because Kristoff wore them all the time. But she knew this wasn't Kristoff. Only thing she could figure was whoever this was, snuck in when her daughter and son in law left and had been in the house ever since. Watched as Ingrid watched her movies, as she took her shower!
Ingrid gasped and inhaled sharply before running in to her bedroom and closing the door behind her. She got down on her stomach and slid underneath the bed as she grabbed her phone from the floor and dialed 911. She knew this or the shower would be the first place her intruder would look, but she couldn't think of anywhere else to go. "911, what is your emergency?" The dispatcher asked on the other line.
"This is Ingrid Mitchell." She said to the woman as quiet as possible, "I live at 101 Storybrooke Lane and I need cops here immediately. There is an intruder in my home and he has a weapon."
"Have you been injured, ma'am?" The dispatcher asked, but Ingrid did not reply.
Ingrid's eyes had averted to the crack underneath her door when she had heard the slow and steady footsteps of the man. She hung up her phone and slowly put it down to the floor as a shadow cast over the crack. She heard the knife being tapped off his pants yet again and then she heard the door handle being turned ever so slowly. Her heart pounding harder and harder in her chest. If this man didn't kill her, she was sure a heart attack would. The man clunked in to her bedroom and made his way to the bathroom as she watched. All she could see from underneath her bed was the big work boots he had on.
The intruder stood in the bathroom for a few minutes before she could hear him sigh loudly. And then she heard his footsteps again and the shower curtain open. Good. Maybe the longer it took for him to find her, the more of a chance she would have. The cops would be there any time. They had an address so they would definitely be here. Ingrid started to breathe a little bit better until her phone began to vibrate against the wooden floor, and Elsa's picture lit up the screen.
Ingrid's eyes widened as she saw it light up and her heart pounded harder and louder then ever now as she heard the heavy footsteps make their way over quickly to the bed. The man got to his knee's fast and pulled back the blankets but all he saw underneath the bed was the phone. He picked it up and looked at the picture as it slowly faded to black again. The few seconds Ingrid had, had, she slipped from underneath the bed and squeezed between the wall and her bed stand beside the bed. She slowly peeked out at the man but it was too dark to see his face.
The man squeezed the phone before throwing it across the room and it smashed off of the wall in to pieces on the floor. She turned quickly, out of sight and just faced the wall as she listened to his heavy footsteps leave the room and go down the hall. She heard him walking in to the bathroom down the hall so she just sat there and let him keep looking for her. She waited for what seemed like hours, but only a couple minute's and then finally, red and blue lights lit up the bedroom. The way the hall turned made the master bedroom face the front of the house where the cops were just pulling in.
Ingrid got to her feet quickly and went to the window and looked out. There she saw the Sheriff, George who had been on the force since she could remember, and his deputy David Nolan. They were walking up to the house and Ingrid felt herself smile. She was going to get out of this! She knew she shouldn't go through the halls because the man may be out there so she instead slowly opened up the window, and did it as quiet as possible. So close to freedom! And yet so far. The intruder had quietly snuck up behind Ingrid, grabbing her, putting his hand over her mouth and pulling her back from the window, just as David had rang the doorbell.
The intruder had a knife to her throat and he chuckled. "It's nothing personal." The man had whispered in her ear, "Just sending a message to someone." And with those word's, the intruder swiftly moved his hand and cut her throat from ear to ear.
As she bled out without a sound, the man put a note in to her robe pocket before throwing her out the window. Both George and David looked as they heard the smash and Ingrid's lifeless body fell to the snow beneath her. "Break down the door!" George demanded so David did just that.
Once the door broke from it's hinges, the young deputy ran inside with his gun at the ready, looking for the person who had done this. George looked towards Ingrid as he saw the paper half way out of her pocket, flapping against the wind. He walked over and knelt down as he took it. His eye's widened at the three words on the paper and he had hoped David would find this person before something else happened.
George turned as he heard someone come out of the house but it was only his partner who was now holstering his gun. David nodded towards the paper in the Sheriff's hand. "What's that?" He asked.
"A message." George replied.
David furrowed his brow's. "Well, what does it say?" David asked.
"I'm not finished." George replied, letting David know the three word's on the paper.
"What do you think that means?" David asked.
"Means, we are going to have as bad of a time as we did twenty years ago." George said, "I hope your ready for this. Because it's gonna be a blood bath."
David swallowed hard. He remembered twenty years ago. He was only a kid when it all happened but he remembered it was the biggest news that had ever happened here on Storybrooke Lane. Some of the biggest news in Maine. And if it was all happening again, perhaps the Sheriff thought that maybe it was the same person as before. Which meant, that them thinking he was dead somewhere's out there, was definitely wrong.
Storybrooke Lane
Who is the man? What does he want? What happened on Storybrooke Lane twenty years ago? Find out in the chapter's to come! Reviews help the muse guy's!