A/N: Hi! I just wanna say a special thank you to Brett B. THANK YOU SO MUCH! Brett B has been SO encouraging! Now back to the story.
"Huh. Katrina…" I mused. When did she come? I racked my brain.
…On Tuesday! And today was Monday. I smiled triumphantly at my thought. I hurried down off the plaza and trotted up to the top of Kryn. I reached my small abode, and hurried inside. I didn't see the raccoon shaped figure hovering in the corner, nor did I hear the floorboards creak behind him as he followed me upstairs. I swore to myself as I realized I had left my candle downstairs. I hurried back down and when I went upstairs, the attic door was locked.
"What the…?" I jostled the doorknob worriedly. No dice. I angrily kicked the door and headed back downstairs. I sat on my black and white checked couch and turned on my TV. Nothing was on. I flicked through the channels. Nothing but static. I decided to call Tortimer and complain about the stupid TV. I quickly dialed the number* and stood there tapping my foot. Finally a scratchy voice picked up.
"Hello?" It asked.
"Hello. I'd like to talk to Tortimer."
"He's not here."
"When will he be back?"
"He's dead."
"Wha-?" I looked at the phone. My eyes followed the wires** of the phone line. Somebody had cut the wires. I gulped. Rain pounded and howled outside my window.
The front door opened steadily.
"…H-hello?" I asked. I slowly walked over to the door. It slammed shut.
"Ah!" I screamed.
"Helloooo…" A melodic voice said charmingly. I turned to face the Night Shadow.
A/N: DUH DUH DUUUUUUUHHHHH!
*My person (Ivy) got a phone (lovely phone) in the main part of her house.
**They live in an old town- no wireless phones.