CHAPTER ONE
It had been a year since the events that plauged Emma Nelson and Spinner Mason for the rest of their lives. Emma left to attend Smithdale University where she met her boyfriend. Spinner on the otherhand left to go to Police Academy, and had made his way up to being a security guard, their lives were finally taking off, yet, Emma felt as if she had to find closure in the town she once left behind.
Hazel was in her house, she was reading a book, just then her phone rang, Hazel sighed and answered the phone. "Hello?" Hazel said. "Hazel Aden!" the other end said, "Emma Nelson, how have you been?" Hazel asked the girl. "I've been good...it's just I wanted to know if I should come back home" Emma reasoned with the thought in her head. "Well if I were you I would definately come back...Liberty and Toby have been asking about their friend" Hazel shot out. Emma sighed, "I'll think about it, bye" Emma said. "Bye!" Hazel said as she hung up the phone.
Hazel was making her way back to the chair, when she heard her old wooden stairs creak, "Who's there?" Hazel shot up. Hazel walked over to her stairs. "Hello?" Hazel asked again as she walked up the stairs. Hazel made her way to the top, "Okay look...Hazel you're losing your mind get a hold of yourself" Hazel told herself. Just then Hazel heard a vase from downstairs smash. Hazel ran down the stairs and raced to the kitchen.
Hazel stepped on a piece of glass, "Damn it!" Hazel shouted. Just then Hazel's eyes focused on something else, more like someone else, "What the hell?" Hazel said, just then the shadow raised a knife. It was the killer. "Shit!" Hazel shouted as she ran out of the kitchen and tried to make her way for the stairs, but the glass in her leg, kept her from doing so. The killer eased his way out and slowly followed the limping Hazel. Hazel made it to the top, "Please don't do this!" Hazel reasoned as the killer grabbed her hair.
"Please!" Hazel shouted, but the killer slung her down the steps and Hazel hit her head on every step, until there was a crack, her neck had snapped. The killer knew he had done what he came to do, he quickly left.