What the hell was I thinking? I had it all planed out, I knew what I had to do, it was simple. I would get what I needed and get out. So where did I go wrong? How did I, Noah Puckerman, end up on some random street corner, car parked, puking my brains out, and scared shitless? I knew I'd find some weird shit in that house but that was just down right scary. After Rachel told me what that bastard did to her I had to do something but maybe I would have been better off not doing anything...

Flashback

He finally left, I had sat outside that duche's house for almost an hour waiting for him to leave. I was extremely bored, imagine being in a hot car with no food or no entertainment what so ever. I knew he would leave soon because its friday and who the hell stays home on a friday night? So when I saw a blue Ford pickup leave I was relieved that I didn't have to sit and wait anymore.

Finding his address was easy, I have Chad to thank for that. Chad was your go to guy if you needed anything, passports, fake id, shit even someone's medical records. Chad had dirt on just about everybody and Chad being Chad meant he was blackmailing all of them too. That being so, he was the most hated man in Lima. We go way back me and Chad, we use to beat up losers at the sandbox, yes even then I was a bad ass. I'm one of the lucky few he was not blackmailing, which is good for me, shit he knew about Quinn being preggers even before she knew. He's good at what he does and I give him props for never getting busted that's something I know I will never be able to do.

To my surprise getting into tthe bastard's house was a piece of cake. I mean for a guy who has a lot to hide he sure made it easy to break into his house. I walked up to the house and then headed into the backyard. When I reached for the screen door I was surprised to find that it was unlocked. walking towards the side of the house, there were bushes every where and the only sorce of light was from a flickering street lamb a few feet away so i ddnt have to worry about being seen. the bushes were high but from the street im sure no one could tell that there was no gate behind them, it led stright to the backyard which looked relativily empty despite the rusty old tool shed. I walked in through the back door, into the house, the house looked normal, not like a serail killer's house but then again what was a serial killers house suppose to look like?

The house smelled of new paint, it was empty, like literally empty; no food, no pictures, no nothing. The only thing in the house was one sofa. It was odd, it was like it didn't belong here or anywhere for that matter.I it was just something to put in the room. This was a complete waste of time, I wasted an entire Friday night for this! There clearly wasn't anything here. Leaving I couldn't help but look at his back yard, it was perfect. The kind of yard lonely housewives spend ours digging and planting to make perfect. The guy has nothing but a sofa in his house but has a back yard like this? Shit Rachel's yard isn't as nice as this. Well it wasn't all that perfect, there was a small circular patch of dead grass. You know when the do scraps against the ground for a long time it leaves that half circle on the ground, i have the same one on my bed room shed was clearly old, you could see rust only thing new on it was a newly replaced door knob.

"Holy Shit!" I haddn't even opened the door half way and I smelled the foulest smell in my entire life. It smelled like someone had gotten sprayed by a skunk, rolled in manure and hadn't showered for three weeks then multiply that by three. I could barely breathe, and I almost puked, twice. It was dark and the smell was stronger in here. Covering my nose I walked further into the shed trying to find a light. After three minutes of searching I was hit in the face by a metal chain, yanking it, the room filled with light.

"Oh my fucking god!" I nearly screamed. As I gazed at the walls, all I saw was photos of Rachel. There had to be hundreds. There were pictures of her singing, at the park when she was a child, walking to school. I recongized a lot of them, I could tell from the bright pink walls that a lot of them were from her bedroom. You could see her undressing and there were even ones with her in the shower. The bastard had been in her house.

There had to be something I could do, call the cops and get him arrested for stalking? Yeah, that would work. But that alone wouldn't get him. Plus Puck, aren't you the one breaking the law? After all, you did just break into his house. I had to dig deeper, get more on this guy than a couple of pictures, well more like a couple of hundred pictures.

The tool shed was surprisingly big for its small size on the outside. It was filled with random junk that a tool shed normally would have, shovels, hammers, a desk and a couple of random boxes. Wait a desk? Not just a desk but on top of the desk was a laptop. I knew I'd find something good in here. Walking over to the desk I started searching through the computer. I looked in that computer for nearly a half an hour and found nothing except more pictures of Rachel.

1 New Message

Clicking on it, the letter read:

Dear Mr. Bartley,

This is the fourth email we have sent you, after the numerous phone calls we have come to find that your phone is no longer in service. Although we have gotten your e-mail stating that Jason has made excellent progress, we must digress it has been 6 weeks since your last e-mail and it is clearly out of procedure. It was my fault letting him stay an extra week but we all know the policy is 2 weeks. Please return him immediately. It was my decision to let him leave but I fear it will be disastrous if he were to stay any longer. Please contact me for any problems.

Sincerly,Ted Rhichard

I was startled by the sound of a door opening. Had he come early home? Looking at my watch finally seeing the time it was 9:30. I had been there for an hour. Slamming the laptop shut, I ran for cover behind the mass of boxes. The smell was at its worst here. I sat and waited for some sign that he had come in. I sat and held my breath. Nothing, I could of swore the door opened. Standing to leave, I tripped over a box.

"Man, what the hell is in this box?" It was heavy as hell. Picking up the box, my heart nearly stopped at the site. There he was. There he was, that Bartley dude. He was dead on the floor, his body rotting, with maggots and flies in his body. I did the only thing a normal person would do, I ran. I ran to my truck and drove far, far away.

End of Flashback

To say I was scared shitless is an understatement. Even though I'd deny it if anyone asked but, Jason was one creepy, fucked up dude, and I'd be scared to be alone with him. I got up from the curb wiped my mouth and calmed myself down to drive. But not before making a anonymous report that Jason had a dead body his house. When I got home I went straight for the shower, I mean I practically sat in a dead man's lap. I stood in the shower till all the hot water was gone and still when the water was freezing. Laying in bed, I couldn't help but think of all the shit that went down today. I mean, last week I was getting laid and now I was trying to fight off a killer /rapist. That's what happens when you're a friend of Rachel Berry's... Wait so she's your friend now? Three days ago, you gave her a slushie facial without feeling any guilt, now your following around creepy guys for her? I mean I-

My thoughts were interrupted when my litle sister barged into my room, it can be rather annoying sometimes.

"Noah, look at my new dolly!" She screamed, shoving it in my face. She was rambling on and on about it and naturally I zoned out.

"You have such nice friends Noa-"

"Wait what do you mean?"

"Duhh, your friend is super nice for giving me this dolly he said you knew…" what the hell was she talking about? "What friend?" "You know, he's tall like you except a little shorter, he has green eyes and brown hair, what was his name... oh yea Jason, that's what he said his name was."

"What? Are you saying that Jason was in our house?" I said anger in my voice as I grabbed the doll he had given her.

"Yes, not for long though he had to leave but ohh he told me to give you this. Nite Noah." she said handing me the folded piece of paper skipping off to her room oblivious to the situation at hand. Opening the letter it read:

'Looks like I know where you live too…'


Been forever right i know i suck writers block yes! tons of online work to finsh yes! to damn lazy to do it hell yes!

well im back and heres chapter 8 hope u guys enjoyed it! plz review!