Chapter Two
Loony Laurie
Laurie's eyes bulged as she saw the same man as before, standing amidst a clothesline full of billowing white shirts and sheets. She blinked, disbelieving but sure it was him, and he was gone.
My God what is wrong with me? She slammed the window shut and jumped as the phone began to ring. She shivered and went to it, picking it up she timidly answered. "Hello?"
The sound of eating met her ears, confused her brow furrowed. "Hello?" No answer, just chewing. "Who is this?" More chewing. She slammed the phone down and just a couple seconds later it rang again. "Hello?" Her voice was soft and shaky.
"Hey, why'd you hang up on me?"
"Annie?! Was that you!" Laurie relaxed.
"Of course."
"Well why'dn't you say anything, you scared me half to death!"
"I had my mouth full, couldn't you hear me?"
"I thought it was an obscene phone call."
"Now you're hearing obscene chewing! You're losing it Laurie."
"I've already lost it."
"Don't doubt that. Listen my mother's letting me use her car I'll pick you up around 6:30."
"Ok, bye."
"Bye."
Laurie hung up the phone and looked at the clock. It read 4:00, she had around two and a half hours. The phone rang again and she answered it tiredly. "Hello?"
"Laurie it's Dad. Listen, I forgot to lock up the Myers place, could you go over before you go babysit and do it, maybe check on things too?"
Laurie sighed. "Yeah sure Dad."
"Ok, thanks sweetie. Love you."
"Love you too." She rehung the phone and changed, grabbing her things she also grabbed a pumpkin and the keys to the Myers house from her Dad's study (he kept extras just in case) and headed out. 45 Lampkin Lane wasn't far from here, it should be an easy walk.
Upon reaching the dark and shady residence a chill ran down her spine, her phone calls had taken her mind off of the Shape she had seen, and suddenly she worried that he might follow. She looked around before entering the house, and without looking around immediately went to the back, locked up, looked around and returned to the front, gasping in horror.
In the corner of the front room, right by the stairs a dog lay on the floor, its contents spilled all over, and a man in black, sitting by it, blood on his hands, his mask pulled up slightly. The Shape! A hand flew to her mouth and she managed to not scream. He tilted his head and reached up, pulling down his mask. He stood and she watched as he observed her. She finally managed to speak.
"What are you doing in here?" He tilted his head to the opposite side.
"Answer me! This is private property! And what have you done to that poor... dog!" He looked at it and a sudden realization hit her as he swept his hand under his mask, and showed her what was on it.
"You ate it?" He didn't move, didn't nod, just watched her.
She shifted uncomfortably, trying to keep her eyes away from his victim. "Why have you been following me? Everywhere I go there you are, school, the street..." Her eyes met the unmoving ones behind the mask. "Well, do you have a name?"
He stood for a moment, then bent down to the dog, grabbed some muscle and used it as a pen, sticking his finger in and writing, repeating the process to form his name on the wall in it's blood.
"Michael," she whispered. The sudden eeriness of this stranger named Michael in this house... This house... She shook the thought away. "Well, Michael. My name, well it's Laurie um. Are you, from around here?"
To her surprise he nodded slowly. She nodded to herself then looked at him again. "Listen, if you're really that hungry, and well, if you're here you really must be hungry, I've got time to kill, would you like to come with me, I can make you something... Decent to eat..." She felt herself blush. Yeah right Laurie. But to her surprise he stepped to the door and exited, waiting on the porch. She didn't bother locking the door and went out to meet him, going to walk when he touched her arm and motioned to the car.
She looked at him, then slowly allowed him to lead her to it. She told him where to drive and soon enough her house came into view. "Ok, this one on the left." He parked outside it and she let him in, went straight to the kitchen and set her stuff down. She looked into the fridge, bit her lip and took out a pot, placed it on the stove and turned to find him sitting at the table.
"Just a minute, I have to heat it up." Five minutes later she took it off and scooped some onto a plate and gave him a fork. "I know, ravioli, really mature but it was the fastest thing I could do."
He did nothing but lift the fork and his mask just past his lips. He ate in silence and she watched just as silently. Soon he looked up at her and nodded, she wasn't sure why. She looked at the clock. 5:15. "Uhh, well. So um, how old are you?"
He froze, the dipped his finger into the meat sauce and formed a 2 then a 1 on the table.
"Wow, 21, who would've known. Heh, four years older than me." He seemed to slowly digest this information more so than he had the food.
Michael stood and she looked up at him, watching. "You gotta go?"
He nodded and she stood. "Well, uh, guess I'll see you around, Michael."
He sighed and turned, leaving the house. She too sighed and shrugged. "Poor Laurie, gone and scared another one away."
Well? Hope it's making more sense, and hope it doesn't suck. Feedback would be amazingly great since both my other Halloween stories bombed.
