Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters from Secret Window they are the property of Steven king
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Part 1
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"Hurry up! We're late!" Ted called to Amy from downstairs.
Amy and Ted were on their way to an extravagant evening of dinner and the opera, but Amy was taking too long to get ready.
After Mort Rainey's death six years ago Amy had married Ted Milner, Amy and Mort's real-estate agent with whom Amy had been close friends with. A little too close, in fact. She had actually been cheating on Mort with Ted for the longest time. She prayed that Mort didn't know about it, but up till this day she's still not sure whether or not he knew.
"Just a minute, Ted!" Amy called back. She was in the bathroom, adding one final touch-up to her makeup. Afterall, this night was a special one. It was Ted and Amy's three year anniversary.
Amy looked at herself in the mirror, smacked her freshly glossed lips together. She looked pretty in the reflection, but she did not feel pretty inside. Many things were eating away at her.
Amy began down the stairs. But, suddenly she stopped and returned to the bathroom. She had forgotten to turn the light off.
Mort had always been touchy about things like that. He didn't like to waste power. After living with him for ten years, his pet-peeve had become a pet-peeve of Amy's as well.
She took one last look at herself in the mirror.
"Time to go!" Ted called.
Amy clicked off the bathroom's light switch and descended the stairs.
As Ted saw her, he did a double take. "I'm sorry, young lady. But could you please fetch my wife for me?" He said, grinning at her. "You are stunning."
Amy blushed. "Thank you, Teddybear," she said, and plopped him one on the cheek.
Ted held out his arm for Amy to take. She put her arm in his, and they were off.
They reached the restaurant only the slightest bit off time. Ted ordered the lobster, Amy ordered the fish. And they washed it down with a bottle of the finest wine the restaurant had to offer.
After dinner, they attended the opera performance of, "Le petit oiseau," sitting in front row seats.
When their night was over, they walked from the playhouse back to their car.
"Oh, Teddy. This was a magical night," Amy rejoiced, squeezing Ted's arm.
"I'm glad my sweetie enjoyed it," Ted said, lightly kissing her on the cheek.
They entered the car, and made their way back to the house.
In some time, the car pulled into the house's driveway. Amy and Ted got out of the car. Amy headed for the front door to unlock it, while Ted stayed behind to put the car away in the garage.
There was still some anniversary left, and how better to end it than indulging in some sweet passionate romance?
Amy felt around in her purse for the house key. After a minute of rummaging, she produced it.
Suddenly, she felt herself falling. She was tripping on her long dress.
She grabbed onto the door knob of the front door to catch herself from falling.
The door knob turned and the front door opened.
"Ted?" Amy called nervously.
Ted had finished placing the car in the garage and was already making his way up before she had called for him. But when he heard her call, he sprinted the rest of the way.
"Yes, hun?" Ted said.
"Ted. Didn't we lock the door before we left?" Amy asked.
"Yes, I remember it perfectly," Ted replied.
"Look.." Amy said, somewhat in a trance. She pointed to the open doorway, "I..I was falling, so I grabbed onto the door handle for support, and it opened up."
"What are you implying?" Ted asked curiously.
"I.. I think there's someone in our house, Ted," Amy said fearfully.
Ted placed his arm around her, "Honey, I'm sure I just locked it improperly or something. Don't be silly. There's no one in our house, Amy," Ted reassured.
She nodded slowly, "Okay.. Yeah Ted, I suppose you're right," Amy said, feeling a bit relieved. But not completely relieved. She was getting one of those bad feelings about this situation that she had sometimes about things.
They entered the house. Amy looked around, trying to spot anything suspicious. If just one thing was wrong, there'd be no way that she'd be staying in that house for the night. No siree, bob.
But to her surprise, there was nothing wrong with the house. Nothing at all.
"See, Amy. Like I said, I probably just fudged up on the lock," Ted said.
"Yeah. I guess you did," Amy said, her mind not really there at the moment. Her thoughts were somewhere else.
Amy climbed the stairs and went into the bathroom. She clicked on the light switch, the one that she had almost left without shutting.
"Ahhhhhh!" Amy shrieked as she turned the light on.
Ted came running as fast as he could. Then they both stood, frightened, looking into the mirror of doom.
'I'M COMING BACK FOR YOU, BACK FROM THE DEAD YOU CHEATING BITCH. I'LL GET YOU,' The mirror read. It was written with a sticky red ink, and it looked like it was fingerpainted.
Amy burst into tears and fell into Ted's arms. He rubbed her back, trying to console her.
"I-I tr-tr-tried t-to tell you, Teddy. I tr-tr-tried. I h-had one of m-m-my f-feelings," Amy stammered.
"I'm going to call the police, Amy. We'll get everything all straightened out right away. No more bad stuff," Ted reassured as he caressed Amy.
Amy simply continued to cry.
Ted lead Amy to a chair and sat her down, "I'm going to call the police right now. Whoever this sick fuck is, he'll be locked up," Ted said, then left the room.
He went over to the next room. The master bedroom. Their bedroom. Their room had a phone.
As he clicked on the master bedroom's light switch, he was faced with another disaster.
"Aw, shit!" Ted said half angry, half depressed.
The room was not a room anymore. It was an area where a tornado had passed through --Or so it seemed. Anything, and everything was.. well.. Everywhere! And to make it worse, destroyed.
Pillow feathers scattered everywhere, all pieces of furniture broken, Amy's jewelry destroyed and sprinkled all over the room, lamps up-turned with their shades slashed, the contents of the twin nightstands emptied and sabotaged, the large antique mirror crashed to pieces, the phone for which he had come into the room for the first place lay on the floor in front of the wall, crushed and there was a dent in the wall above it as if it had been thrown into the wall, and the bed.. the bed was split down the middle as if someone had jumped on it too hard.
Ted took in the sight for a moment, then felt an emptiness in him. He couldn't tell Amy. At least not tonight. She was so frail already, this could possibly kill her.
He closed the bedroom's light and walked away. He headed downstairs to the main hall. There was a phone there as well.
Since the bedroom was next to the bathroom, he passed by the bathroom in order to get to the stairs so he could get to the main hall. He saw Amy, in a heap of herself crying away like there was no tomorrow. He had to make that call fast, and get this settled as quickly as possible. For Amy's sake.
He lifted the phone's receiver and put it up to his ear. But there was something strange about it. The familiar little humming sound that a phone would make when you lifted the receiver was not there. Which could only mean that the phone line was cut.
"No more," Ted said sadly, shaking his head.
This was supposed to be a fun night, but instead it had turned out to be completely opposite. This was the shittiest night he had ever experienced in his life.
Ted finally remembered something, and reached into his pants pocket. Out he pulled his cell phone. His trusty old friend... well except in tunnels and other cities.
Ted punched on the keypad. 9-1-1. Three friendly numbers that meant that help was on the way, except in fact you were the one committing the crime, well then those numbers screwed.
"New York Police Department. How may I help you?" The friendly voice of a female operator asked.
"Yes. My house was just broken into," Ted said, and filled in the information of where he lived, and so on.
When he got off the phone with the operator, he felt slightly better. But only slightly.
In a matter of minutes, the doorbell rang.
Ted opened the door. Two police officers entered the house.
"I'm Lieutenant Jefferson and this is my partner Lieutenant Nash," Jefferson introduced. "Now, tell me exactly everything that happened," he said, pulling out a pad of paper and a pen.
A couple of hours passed before the police had retained all information concerning the incident, examined the scenes of destruction, and took evidence samples to be tested at the lab.
Jefferson and Nash finally left when they had finished.
Ted took in a deep breath, then went up the stairs to tell Amy that everything was on its way to being solved.
Ted wrapped his arms around Amy who hadn't moved from the spot he had placed her and didn't look in too well of a state. "Everything's going to be fine, Amy. The police are working on it as we speak."
Amy was too heartbroken to speak. She simply nodded, allowing him to see that her eyes were red and her face covered in tears.
They spent the night at a motel.