Chapter 1.

It was a depressing damp night, as usual, I mean come on this is Seattle. I was sitting back watching the tube, when of course control freak was interrupted with "Special News Bulletin" so I causally flipped the channel. I never watched the news it was so boring and "grownup". See what I did not know was at the time that news clip was going to save my life. Yes, this is another one of those typical scary movie type ordeals. Except for the small fact that I'm not one of the "stupid lead people".

As I was saying what I did not know was at the time that news clip was going to save my life. I started watching this weird cooking show and got really hungry, I remembered that my mom had left some money in the kitchen for pizza. I scampered into the closet and snatched the phone book. I looked up the pizza place and dialed. A guy answered the phone.

" Hi, can I get a large pineapple and olive pizza?"

" Sure, would you like breadsticks with that?"

" No thanks."

" Okay then your total comes to $9.89."

" Oh! can I get that delivered."

" Ya, your phone number?"

" 567-789-3587"

" Thanks that will be 45 minutes!"

Okay, so that took a bit so I just listed to facts... Right as I set the phone down it rang and of course I jumped. I picked it up and answered.

I know, I know and No! it's not a psycho killer that wants to know what my favorite scary movie is. It was my Aunt.

"Hellooo?"

" Hi hunny, just wanted to let you know I'll be home later then I thought and did you see the news it was shocking!"

" Aunt Meg, I don't watch the news and nether do you!"

" Oh, well you should it may concern you, anyway bye hunny love ya!

Okay now I know I forgot to mention that I'm home alone but it wasn't that important. I don't live in the biggest house on the block but the houses on are block are pretty big. ^.^. The thought that my mom was talking about the news peeked my curiosity. I flipped on the news and they were talking about some oil spill so changed the channel again. what was my mom talking about an oil spill concerning me. The door bell rang and it was the pizza guy. The funny thing was he wasn't wearing any pizza uniform thingy. I rushed to the door in pure hunger. I opened the door. He didn't have my pizza!

"Hey! Where's my pizza!"

He came burst the door and clutched on to me. I guess I should have watched the news. See what I didn't know was that a psycho killer guy had escaped out of a Correctional facility . I also forgot to mention that we live about a mile away for the Clark County Correctional facility. The man had long shaggy hair, shredded clothing and was bleeding, a very long knife and to go with that a raspy voice. ( actually he didn't really talk but you know it sounds better) His eyes where like ice and were the deepest black that I had ever seen they were like the devils eyes. He was pale like he had never been in daylight. He was a She. She was old, she looked very much like my Mother who died when I was 2.

" Who are you?"

" He's coming for you!"

" Who?"

" Your Uncle."

" I don't have any uncles!"

"Yes you do, he's my brother."

" mom?"

Just then she died I didn't know who she was talking about but the defiantly wasn't my mother. I rushed to the phone and called to police.