CHAPTER 11

Cole sat on the couch next to his friend. Cole very slowly and gently flipped his phone closed and laid it beside him. His eyes were wide. His friend, Jake, looked puzzled.

"Cole? What's wrong? What happened? Is Dylan okay?" his friend asked him, his eyes now getting wide.

"Yeah, he just got attacked…by our stalker." He said nervously. He swished his head all around him, making sure that there was no one there to hurt him.

"You can't be serious…" Jake replied with a worried tone in his voice. "Is he okay?" he added.

"Yeah, he's fine, but…I don't think I am."

Dylan sat at a long table in a room at the police station. He clinked his phone vertically on the table before him. He ran his left hand through his hair. He was very worried about Cole, but there was nothing that he could do. The police officer that had rescued him from the stalker walked in with a cup of water. He slid it over to Dylan, who looked like a train wreck.

"Everything is fine, Dylan. Your dad is on his way back from Reno. He will be here within a three hours." The police man said. Dylan didn't care about that. He wanted Cole to be here with him.

"What about my brother? I think that stalker…..I mean killer…will go after him next." He told the police man. The police man didn't blink.

"Not to worry," he began, "I am personally going to get him from his friend's house. I just need directions." He said calmly.

"Go down my street from where you came, then go straight then take the second street to the left and its down seven house's to the right."

"Okay, thank you, Dylan, but there's something else that I need you to do for me. Approximately thirty minutes after we leave, I want you to call your brother to let him know that we are coming for him."

"Okay," Dylan replied.

Cole continued to sit on the couch, watching TV with Jake. They were watching Halloween. Cole was more scared then usual. He pictured the girl that was being chased as Dylan and the man that was chasing her as the stalker.

It had only been fifteen minutes later when Jake excused himself from the couch to go use the restroom upstairs. Cole was alone with a horror movie on and his cell phone. He flipped his Razr V3 open and began to text message Dylan.

Where are you?, the text said. He closed his phone and waited several seconds until his phone vibrated underneath his hands.

In the police station., Dylan replied.

What happened?, Cole sent him. They began a conversation.

I went up into the tree house and found our old journals. I don't remember them, though. I looked in mine and it was dated January 17th, 1997. I wrote that our mom died from a plane crash. But that's what I don't understand, Dad said that they got divorced and she moved far away., Dylan sent. Cole was astonished. He too didn't remember writing in such a journal when they were five. In fact, he didn't remember anything before his fifth birthday.

Cole didn't reply. He just sat there staring at the text containing the shocking news. He heard a loud shout coming from upstairs. The scream belonged to Jake. Cole knew what had happened, but didn't want to believe it. He got up and walked over to the staircase.

"Jake?" he shouted. There was no answer.

"JAKE?" he repeated. There was still no response.

Cole slipped his phone in his pocket and followed the stairs that led to the second floor. When he got to the top of the flight of stairs, he looked down at the empty eerie hallway that lay in front of him.

He began to walk forward. There was a large glow spilling out of the room at the end of the upstairs hallway. He began to walk towards the room. He looked behind him everyone few seconds to make sure that no one was following him.

He reached the room with the light coming from the crack at the bottom. He twisted the door handle and walked inside the room. It was Jake's bedroom, and lying in the bed, was the bloody bogy of Jake. Cole put his hand over his mouth. He twisted his body back toward the hallway, gaping at the sight of Jake.

He ran downstairs and back to the couch where he was. He heard footsteps coming from the top of the stairs. It was the stalker. He started panting as he ran into the dining room and crawled under the table.