Author's Note
Hey everyone, here is the beginning of my Secret Window next part story.
Some little details before you start reading this story:
When there's this sign; ' ' it means that the person is talking in his/her head and when it is " " the person is talking out loud.
I don't own any characters of the Secret Window, Secret Garden story written by Stephen king. Reviews are welcome and more you write reviews the more I will write of the story. Thank you very much for your support!
Chapter 1
She was simply walking the little path of rocks she used to run when she was younger. Her long dark brown hair resting down her back, her dark chocolate eyes fixed on the horizon and her thin waist with the skin as soft as duvet, the young woman had only some little things wrong; some bruises could be seen on her arms and tights and a little cut on her cheek was showing. Her mascara was ruined as she cried earlier. She still couldn't believe what just happened to her but she had no choice; leaving or staying for worst.
The moon was soon to be shown but she couldn't stop walking. She was shaking as the cold replaced the warmth of the sunlight and she could hear the sound of the Tashmore Lake River like a sparkling water fountain.
His bed head was resting on the pillow of the couch and he was curled up in his bathrobe, asleep. The last months had been stressful for the famous writer; the police were coming often to check on him or to try and find some proof of any sort or even the bodies… Which were nowhere to be found. He was exhausted and couldn't really write which was not the best thing for a bestselling writer. Writer blocks were a real pain but Mort Rainey was now getting used to it. He was going back to his sloth existence of peanut butter and jam sandwiches, Doritos and Pepsi. Then he could be much happier.
After 2 hours of sleep, he woke up from another nightmare.
"Get the hell out of my head…"
He told himself, almost waiting for a reply but that was probably how you were reacting when you spent way too much time on your own. After 2 minutes of deep silence, lost in thoughts, he got up slowly and moaned in pain when his numb left leg touched the carpet.
"Bloody hell!"
He said out loud in the empty 'house'. He then went for the fridge completely ignoring the clock which rang to announce 2 o'clock A.M. He reached for a Pepsi and stood in front of the window.
'You regret what you did now do you?'
"This is just the fucking right moment to disturb me… what do you want?"
Mort's conscience just spoke up as he was perfectly calm and relax. Sometimes, he would just think about getting a knife and cut the little voice out of him. He decided to ignore the comment and opened the Pepsi.
"I spend way too much time alone"
'You're right Pilgrim! What about you take your car, go in a bar and have sex with the youngest girl around!'
"I am no pedophile and now just shut up"
'You know you want to…'
"Leave me alone!"
He went to the bathroom to get some aspirins and go back to sleep. It was getting cold outside so he closed the window in the living room. But as he did so, he saw a shadow moving slowly towards the 'house'.
"What the hell?"
He grabbed his coat and opened the door.