My heart pounds as I slowly, quietly walk down the seemingly everlasting corridor, desperate not to make a sound that will trigger whoever was in the house with me's attention.
I just needed to get to the stairs where the phone was so I could dial 911...
"Going somewhere are we?" An icy voice calls from behind me, so close I can feel the cold breath of whoever it is, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end. My heart is beating so loudly I can hear it thudding in my chest. How long had that person been behind me? I think to myself.
I make a run for it, but my foot catches on the corner of the thick, embroidered Persian rug laid out on the honey coloured wooden floor. I tumble to the ground and my breath comes out in short, shocked breaths as my head hits the floor with a thud. I knew we should never have got that rug I think to myself.
I knew this was coming. Some day, I knew this situation would come upon me. The anonymous notes had stated exactly what would happen. My parents used to just snort and throw the notes in the bin, but I occasionally saw my mother chewing her nails and staring at the garbage can.
The person slowly walks round towards me, and I realise from the voice muttering that it's a man. "Alicia Rivera hmm? I always wanted to be the one to put an end to you."
I see shiny black shoes step next to me and the man crouches down. I clench my eyes shut, knowing I won't be able to escape now. That thought sends uncomfortable shivers down my spine.
I can smell the man's breath. Stale and reeking of alcohol. Something is lowered to my throat, something cold and hard. A knife.
Then it is taken off. Through all my fear, a jolt of calmness flows through my body. Lately, I've been craving somewhere where I can get away from the problems and difficulties we go though everyday. What better place to go then death's depths themselves?
My thoughts are interrupted by the man's voice again, "you are a little gem aren't you? Do you know who I am?" he lays down a stone next to me. It looks cold and dull. I take a sharp intake of breath and face the man for the first time. "The Black Opal Killer..."