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Chapter 1: Serena Carter

This is the story of how I died. When you think about death, it only happens once. The darkness with a light at the end, the Grim Reaper, etc. But in my case, I was considered a "special investigation". This whole episode started off when I was in my early 20's. I lived in an apartment in New York. I was an average news reporter and didn't take no for an answer. My boss and I had a love/hate relationship. My work schedule was so packed that I didn't have time for romance. I was the top reporter even though I was ruthless in my articles. I didn't sugarcoat anything, and I never left a story unfinished. I got a call at my desk. Instinctively, I picked it up.

"Hello?" I said, in my business voice.

"I'm watching you, Carter," the raspy and unsettling male voice hissed. I was used to death calls, so I rolled my green eyes.

"Really? Like what you see?" I replied, dryly.

"I'd like you better rotting in a coffin with worms eating your brains." With that, he hung up. A bit unsettled, I hung up the phone. Shaking it off as a creep who wanted to scare me, I went back to my story. After work, I went to my car. My cell phone rang as I started the car. No one ever called me on my cell, except my parents and sisters. But they had called me just an hour ago.

"Hello?" I said, confused.

"I'm still watching you!" He was back, and creepier than ever.

"Look, what do you want from me?" I asked, backing out.

"Your heart in a jar next to my bed." He said, with a maniacal laugh. I gasped, hanging up. This was by far the scariest death threat I'd received so far. I couldn't shake this off, so I called the one person I knew I could trust. I continued driving home.

"Beckett," was all I heard.

"Kate? It's me. Serena." I didn't mean to sound so scared, but I was. For the first time in a long time, I was genuinely scared.

"Serena! What's wrong?" She said, immediately concerned.

"Some creepy guy keeps calling me." I stopped at a red light.

"Okay, what does he want?" She asked. I bit my lip.

"Serena?" Kate asked.

"He wants to kill me." A tear ran down my face. This shocked me so much; I almost didn't go on the green light.

"Is this like one of your other death threat callers?" She questioned.

"No. He's different. He's been calling my work phone, my cell phone, and my home phone for the past two days. And the calls have been at random times." I stopped at my apartment.

"What has he said to you?" She sounded like she was shooing someone away.

"He starts off with: 'I'm watching you.' Then when I say something back to him, he gives me a death threat." I unlocked my door, and gasped.

"Hello, Serena Carter! We meet at last." It was him, the creep who kept calling me. "Serena? Who's with you?" Kate asked, trying to keep me calm.

"It's him. The creep I was telling you about. He's here, in my apartment." The moonlight hit his scarred face, and glinted off a vial in his hand.

"It's rude to keep your guests waiting, deary." He grabbed my wrist, causing me to drop my phone.

"What's going on?" Kate called. The man had black gloves on, so he couldn't leave fingerprints on me.

"You've meddled in my brother's life for too long! It's time you die!" He threw me on the floor. I crawled quickly to the phone, but he grabbed my ankle. I cursed myself for wearing flats.

"Kate, help me! Please! He's going to kill me!" I yelled at the phone. He flung me towards him. My pants tore slightly, as I felt the blade of a knife go through my clothes. Suddenly, he flipped me over on my back and brought the knife straight into my heart.

"Die, bitch!" He said, stabbing me again. I screamed.

"Serena? Serena? Are you there? Hello? Serena! Answer me, please! Serena!" Kate yelled from the phone. I gasped, coughing up blood.

"Serena." Kate called, her voice faint.