A/N: Oh GODDDD, I suck at updating lately! I don't know what's going on with me. But I got in an accident New Year's Eve, so since I'm not working I'll be able to update more! Enjoy :)
The storm had picked up even more. Tree branches were blowing around. First the small ones came, and then the big ones. Natalie wanted to go down the hill to check on the neighbors, because she knew they had kids, but Spencer didn't think it was a good idea in the weather. Plus, the power was still off. They sat down on the couch and turned on an old battery powered radio they'd found in the basement. There were severe thunderstorm reports, but nothing to get really afraid of.
"We interrupt this radio broadcast," a young woman's voice said, "to give you a report of a serial killer named Jackson Reynolds. He escaped from prison earlier today, and he was last seen by the Cooper River in Charleston County. Supposedly, he was running East. The man is thirty years old, has dark brown hair, and green eyes. He's five foot ten inches and approximately one hundred eighty pounds. If you see this man, please report him immediately. Thank you."
Spencer glanced at Natalie. "Jackson Reynolds... that name sounds familiar."
"Th-that was the name of the UnSub from the case we worked here when I first started..." Natalie's face grew slightly pale.
Spencer put an arm on her shoulder. "I thought you said you shot him, that he was dead?"
"I... thought he was..."
Spencer flipped through the radio stations and heard one that caught his attention, and not in a good way. "Help me! Help me! The killer's here. He's chasing after me. Help! This is Heather Smith from 103.7 news station. Please help me!" That was it. The connection was lost. Natalie looked at Spencer and started freaking out. Her eyes were huge, and so were Spencer's. They sat there for a moment before they heard another voice come from the station.
"If you're listening... You two are next," he said with a chuckle.
"That was the voice from the phone," Spencer told her.
Natalie picked up the phone and started dialing 911. She then looked at Spencer and said, "It wont let me dial out!"
"Give it to me." Spencer tried, and it didn't work. He left his cell phone back at the loft, so Natalie checked hers. No service. "We should get out of here," Spencer suggested. "And we should check on the neighbors like you suggested before." The two were just about to put their shoes on when the phone rang again. They exchanged looks, and then Spencer stared at the phone.
Natalie picked it up and said, "Hello?"
"Hello? This is Sheriff Jenson. I'm coming over to pick you up right now. Its not safe any-"
"Sheriff?"
"Sorry about that. I'll be there in five minutes. Get some things ready and wait by the door. Look outside for me, okay?"
"Okay, thank you Sheriff." Natalie looked at Spencer. She smiled and said, "Sheriff Jenson is coming over to pick us up in about five minutes. Let's go keep watch by the door."
Five minutes passed, and there was no sign of Sheriff Jenson. Five more minutes passed; where was he? Spencer was starting to get worried. The rain had picked up again. The two had sat back on the couch, holding each other. They heard a noise, but didn't know what it was. They heard it again, and that's when they realized that it was the doorbell. "It's probably the Sheriff," Spencer commented.
They both grew smiles as Spencer got off the couch and headed to the door, but nobody was there. They figured a branch must have hit it, but there was still no sign of the Sheriff. Natalie decided to try the phone again, but she still couldn't dial out. Suddenly, there was another knock. Spencer looked out the window, and nobody was there; it had to be the wind. They each sat down on the couch once again to listen to the radio, but then the phone rang again. Natalie looked at Spencer and said, "Maybe that's the Sheriff." Spencer nodded his head, agreeing with her. She picked it up saying, "Hello?" She thought she heard something, but wasn't sure. "Hello?" she repeated. A sharp, screeching noise came from the other line once again. Natalie wanted to hang up, but she didnt. "What do you want?" she questioned.
The voice spoke again. This time, though, he spoke words that Natalie didn't exactly want to hear. Just three small words; "I see you."
She looked at Spencer, dropped the phone, and stared into the nearest window. It was the only window that anyone could possibly see them from, but there wasn't anyone there. Unfortunately, though, there was a note that said, "Don't open the closet door."
Natalie turned around, looking scared. "Natalie? Natalie, what's wrong?"
Natalie walked to the window and stared at the note. Upon further inspection, she realized that it was written in blood. "He said he could see us, and... this note on the window... it's... it's written in blood."
Spencer walked over and read it. He looked at her and wondered, "Which closet door do you think he's talking about?"
"I don't know. It could be the bedroom closet, the hallway closet, coat closet..." Spencer went into the kitchen as she listed the closets. He grabbed the gun he'd put in one of the drawers and said he was going to open up the coat closet, which was right off the kitchen. Natalie grabbed a steak knife, not wanting to go upstairs alone to get her own gun. She could hear Spencer's breathing; it was so heavy. She knew she was probably breathing that much as well.
Spencer tried opening the door, but it was stuck. Natalie helped him untit the door popped open slightly, then she stood back and let him open it completely. Neither of them were expecting what they were about to see. There, lying dead in the closet, was a woman. She had an ID badge, and they realized that she was the reporter from the radio station. Her blood was all over the walls, floor, coats, shoes, and other things in there. Natalie, in shock, dropped the knife. Spencer closed the door before the body fell out, and it was then that the phone rang once again.
