Ch. 1...
I gazed up at the building. Dark, but comfy. "This is it." My Aunt, Vicki Nelson, said, as she helped me grab my bags, and head to the entrance. I opened my mouth to speak, but I felt chills ease their way down my spine. I only get those when I feel like I'm being watched or followed. I looked down the street, only to see shadows. "Are you coming?" I was pulled out of my little trance. "Yeah." I followed my Aunt to the elevator.
As we stood in silence, I thought about my ex-boyfriend, Dave, back home in Florida. He was such a jerk. I glanced at the scar on my wrist. It was all because of him. I was at a football game, and Dave had seen me talking to my best guy friend Oliver. Dave got pissed, beat the hell out of him in the back of the bleachers. Oli was in a coma for almost 2 months, before he finally woke up.. It was horrible (A/N - none of the following in this story are real.)
The elevator opened up. I followed my aunt to a door.
"And here we are.." she said as she unlocked the door. I stepped in and looked at my surroundings. "Nice Place." I said, looking at the flat-screen t.v. over in the corner. "Thanks..the guest bedroom, or should I say your bedroom for the summer is over through that door." Vicki said, pointing to a closed door.
I walked into the room. 'Nice', I thought to myself. A queen sized bed, dresser, flat t.v. on the wall. I opened the closet, 'not a walk-in, but close enough'. I started unpacking my bags. About an hour later, Aunt Vicki walked in. "Hey Aunt V. What's up?" I asked, hanging up the remainder of my clothes. " Nothing, I'm just going to pick up some Chinese food for dinner. Want to come?"
" Nah..I still gotta pack those draws full." I said, jerking my thumb towards the dresser behind me. "Ok.. Well, Im about to leave...If the phone rings, or someones at the door, then don't answer them. Ok? Unless its me...I might be a little late home, I have to go get you a copy of my apartment key." she said as she walked out. After a few minutes, I heard the front door close. After I finished stuffing the remainder of my bras into the top drawer of the dresser, I went into the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and grabbed a pepsi, then plopped down on the couch. I started flicking through the channels, when I heard a scream from outside. I flicked the t.v. off, along with the power. I walked into my room and grabbed mycamera. As I reached the window, I heard another scream. I looked at the time. 9:36pm. Great time to get mugged. I opened the window and stepped onto the emergency ladder/balcony thing. I glanced down the alleyway. I saw a huge man, with a black cape-like thing on. All of a sudden, he threw this woman on the ground. As the guy bent down to the girl's neck. A dark liquid shot onto the wall. Blood.. I thought. I switched my camera to night vision. I made sure the black tape was on the red recording light, then I clicked record. I watched in horror as the man threw the girl around like she was nothing but a piece of paper. Once the girl quit fighting, I knew she was dead. The man in the cape just walked down another alley, until he was out of sight. I stopped recording.
An hour went by. I sat over on the couch with only the t.v. on, and the blinds down on the window. I could still hear the poor girl's cries for help. I fell asleep.
"Hey, are you awake?" I heard my aunts voice.
"Mmmhhmmm.." I replied, as I lifted my body from the couch. I turned around not only to come face-to-face with my Aunt, but with a handsome man. " Audrey this is my crime assistant Henry." Aunt V said.
