A/N : So this is just something I wrote cos I could. It's a little OOC I guess. Basically, it's my worst nightmare!

"Bella, we're going hunting," Edward said.

I nodded, "Sure, when will you be back?"

"In about an hour," he said, standing up. He kissed my forehead before joining his family at the door.

"He'll be back, Bella," Emmett said in a mock nervous voice, "Don't throw yourself off a cliff or something,"

I scowled at him and Edward punched him as they walked out the door.

Alone in the Cullen house. Hm. It was strange not having a babysitter, but everyone needed to hunt if I was to stay over for the week. Charlie was away at a training course or something. I walked around nervously, looking at the many artworks and trying not to touch anything. I felt like I was in a museum. Suddenly, the phone rang. I found it in Emmett and Rosalie's room, tangled in their sheets (I had no idea why it was there but I was a little afraid to touch it).

"Hello?"

"Hello Bella,"

"May I ask who I'm speaking to?"

"A friend,"

"Ok… And what is the nature of the call?"

"I'm watching you,"

"I'm sorry?"

"Emmett and Rosalie's room is pretty, but it has nothing on mine,"

"Edward? Jasper? Carlisle? Who is this?"

"You are going to like my room,"

"Ok, very funny guys. Now quit it,"

"Why don't you join me in my room?"

"Stop it guys, you're scaring me,"

"Do you like being scared?"

"Put Edward on,"

"I'm sorry, but Edward isn't here right now. You should know, he left to hunt a few minutes ago,"

"Who is this?"

"A friend,"

"Listen, you've had your fun now you'd better leave me alone or else,"

"Or else what?"

"Or else my boyfriend will be back any time now and he'll hunt you down and kick you ass!"

"I don't think so,"

"Look, I'm calling the cops,"

"Go ahead, but before you do…"

"What?"

"Turn around,"

I was terrified. Scared stiff. The phone went dead. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. Every movement I made was slow as I turned. My eyes squeezed shut. I bit my lip and opened them. My scream lasted a second. There was nothing there. Except for the word 'BOO' written in eerie red paint over the window. I panted and sighed, rolling my eyes. I dialled Edward's number.

"Bella."

"Edward can you beat Emmett up for me?"

"What?"

"He's a jerk. He scared me half to death,"

"What did he do?"

"Well when he left you guys he called me and said all this weird stuff and wrote on his window to scare me,"

"…"

"Edward?"

"Bella. Emmett has been here, with us, the whole time,"

My scream this time was longer.

"Bella! Bella, it's alright! It was probably a prank call. Look, I'll go find everyone and we'll come home. It's alright. Just sit tight,"

"O-ok,"

"Bella, you sound scared. Don't worry,"

"Alright,"

"I'll be right there. I love you, Bella,"

"Love you too,"

Edward hung up. I stood shivering with the phone to my ear until my mobile buzzing startled me. I answered it.

"Edward?"

"Me again,"

"Edward and the rest are on their way right now. Get out of the house before they kill you,"

"Kill me? I think not,"

"Please, just leave me alone!"

"All in good time, Bella, all in good time,"

"What do you-"

"Turn around again,"

This time the phone didn't go dead. I turned. This time I didn't scream. I don't know why.

He was wearing a black cloak. His hood was up. A phone was to his ear. His face white with an almost green tinge. He was wearing a mask. The mask was a dead person's face. It was so realistic. When he held up the butchers knife I wasn't surprised.