Chapter 1
Tonight was like any ordinary night at work, I was a bartender at a local bar called Kildares. I've been working there for about three years now, I didn't want a job here but a job is a job. I live in a town three miles from the bar in a town called Forks, Washington. I was born and raised here, it was a town where everyone knew everyone. Any who I had gotten off around the same time as I always do, one o'clock in the morning. I would be heading home but tonight I had a strange feeling that something bad was gonna happen but I didn't know what until BOOM! it happin. I had gotten a fucking flat tyre in the middle of a long dark road, street lights one every some what feet. I had pulled off to the side of the road with my four ways on, hopefully some one could see me. I had gotten out to see if I could fix it myself but soon as I seen it I new I was fucked. I pulled my cell phone out to see if I could get one of my co-workers to come and help me, they knew what to do so I called him up. His phone rang twice then it jumped straight to voice mail.
"Hey its Chad leave a message"
"Hey Chad its Emily, I kinda got a flat just outside of town, umm if you can, call me back"
I felt scared so I called a tow truck, as I was talking to the man, my phone went dead.
"Great, just my fucking luck!"
I had gotten back in my car because the darkness was starting to freak me out. About an hour had passed and still no one. I thought maybe if I could walk to the nearest gas station I could get some help, so I grabbed everything that I needed and started walking. I would look back every once in a while just to make sure I can still see the lights from my car and that no one was behind me. A double murderer was on the loose so of course, that freaked me out even more. I started walking faster and from no-where a shadown casted in the light. The whole road was now eerie, I can no longer see my car and the phone was still dead. I called out to him in hopes that he could help me. "Hello? Can you help me? My car has a flat and I need a ride to a gas station"
He didn't say or do anything so I kept walking towards him. I started to see who it was and by then I was so scared, I turned around and started walking back to my car. I tried to keep it together but that was very fucking hard, that innocent stranger I wanted help from was the one killer I didn't want anything to do with. The Undertaker was the most feared serial killer known to the world. Just the other day on the news I saw his latest two victims, a young woman, raped and strangled. A older man who was beaten to death. I was so fucking scared I'm sure he could smell it. I started running and like Jason he came towards me. He walked slow and steady while I ran for dear life. His long black jacket almost trailed the road, his black hat so low his eyes were hidden from the world, his nose, mouth and chin could be seen. Even that was scary in itself. I took a chance and looked back, he was right behind me. It was like my running did nothing but bring me closer to him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me around. BOOM! I started walking into the great bright light. Son of a bitch killed me.