Chapter 8: Stalking
October 31st - 5:40 PM
I've been watching Lizzie for over a month, following her everywhere she goes. The time has been very constructive, I've been able to piece together every move she's made and everyone move those around her make. Ronny and Danny are so predictable it's scary. It's as if they two either share a brain or only own half of one each. Gordo is the hardest one to track. It's almost like he's got something to hide. Larry and Veruca are so in love it's almost sickening. The way those two fawn over each other makes me so nauseous that I've had to refrain from eating before I follow them around. Miranda Sanchez is leaving tonight. She doesn't know how lucky she is to be getting out of town. Something tells me that her departure is more because of recent events and less about a sick family member.
Kate and Ethan are another couple that are predictable. Kate has been going out of her way to try and become a reporter. One might suspect that she may even be willing to create a story, just to be the one that gets to report it. She has tried numerous times to get a job at the local news station actually reporting news instead of being a gopher. Guess she just hasn't quite found the right story... maybe now she has though.
Ethan is a jock, but as opposed to the young man I remember oh so well he has actually grown a brain and started cracking open his books. In addition to being a star football player he is in the top Twenty-Five percent of his graduation class. Some might thing that's not to good but for Ethan Craft, that makes him a bloody genius.
I am currently sitting in the woods near the Taylor's home. Lizzie and her friend Veruca are chit-chatting about things, family, school, and boyfriends. Eventually they get to her father, the man whose death was cause by my own hands. Sure, everyone thinks that he was having an affair with that Jordan woman, but that is the farthest thing from the truth. It was I that killed him, I who brought about Ms. Jordan's demise as well. I find it so ironic that it's so easy to destroy what takes someone a lifetime to build. As someone who's had their world ripped out from under them, and almost destroyed I can relate.
Lizzie and Veruca are on the move. I follow them as they walk from the Taylor family home to a corner store. I am wearing a disguise to remain incognito. It would be stupid to follow them in my costume so I just blend in with everyone in the crowd. I over them say they are going to Danny Kessler's party. With a curfew in place the teens are just trying to blow off some steam and have some fun. One can only imagine what kind of fun might be had at said party. I know the kind of fun that Ronny has in store for his lady. I'll just have to put an end to that before it goes to far.
It's now seven o' clock in the evening and I'm sitting in the woods behind the Kessler's home. I've ditched my disguise and donned my costume, the same costume that has struck fear into the town of Hillridge. I'm surprised that they haven't banned it from the stores yet, one would think once it was identified as being worn by a psychopath that this wholesome community would have done so.
Through my binoculars I can see into the Kessler's family room. Danny, Ronny, Larry, Gordo, Lizzie, Veruca, Parker and a few others are drinking soda (well some of them are, others are drinking beer). The Kessler's big screen television has some horror movie on. How Lizzie agreed to that I will never know, nor understand. You'd think she'd have had enough horror after everything I put her through.
I creep around to the back of the house. The Kessler's home is in a secluded area of town so I can do this without too many people seeing me. I slowly turn the knob to the back door and find that it's unlocked. Looking in the window I see several people getting food out of the refrigerator. When the room is clear I slowly turn the knob and open the door. I slip into the home and dart to the door I realize leads to the garage.
Closing the door I take a look around. There is another refrigerator here and upon closer inspection it is the storage space for beer. I hear more noise and realize someone is in the kitchen again. There are two voices and they seem to chatting casually about absolutely nothing of importance. They aren't voices I recognize so they must be some of Kessler's other guests.
When the noise disappears I slip out of the garage and make my way down a side hallway to a staircase. Climbing the stairs I find several bedrooms. It's obvious to anyone who looked which bedroom was which. While Mr. And Mrs. Kessler were neat people Danny Kessler was a typical male teen. His room was full of personal possessions and they were all scattered about. Within a mater of moments I find something that his parents would be very interested in. Danny you naughty boy... you should hide stuff like this better. Still, your loss is my gain. You won't be needing it after I'm through with you.
As I place the item in my cloak I hear the sound of the garage door opening. The Kessler's aren't due back anytime soon so I can't think of what might be causing this. I look down and the sight makes me nauseous again. I can do nothing as I hear the cables that once held the garage door in place snap and the door comes down hard. The stereo bellow me is blaring as the door crash. If anyone heard it I doubt they'd even come check to see what the faint sound was.
Before I can think where to go next the telephone rings. I walk over and listen as it rings for a second time. I grasp the receiver and as the third ring ends I pick it up. David Gordo was the only person that bothered to reach for the phone and he was talking to the person whose name and voice I didn't know. That person is in a panic as they tell Gordo that Principal Ungermeyer has been killed and left hanging from the goal post on the football field. Gordo is silent then tells the person that he'll pass the news along. He then hangs up and I can hear him announcing what has happened to the congregation bellow.
Upon the news of Ungermeyer's death I hear several people getting up and dashing to their cars. They must have taken the bait. Soon the house will be empty... well almost empty.
It's now or never. I think to myself as I exit Danny Kessler's room for another part of the house.
I have the house scouted. I know all the entrances, exits and hiding spots. The front and back doors are the only way into the house and there is no basement. There was one locked closet but the contents were probably something that belonged to Mr. Kessler.
There is no place for her to run, no place for her to hide.
Elizabeth Brooke McGuire is doomed!
October 31st - 5:40 PM
I've been watching Lizzie for over a month, following her everywhere she goes. The time has been very constructive, I've been able to piece together every move she's made and everyone move those around her make. Ronny and Danny are so predictable it's scary. It's as if they two either share a brain or only own half of one each. Gordo is the hardest one to track. It's almost like he's got something to hide. Larry and Veruca are so in love it's almost sickening. The way those two fawn over each other makes me so nauseous that I've had to refrain from eating before I follow them around. Miranda Sanchez is leaving tonight. She doesn't know how lucky she is to be getting out of town. Something tells me that her departure is more because of recent events and less about a sick family member.
Kate and Ethan are another couple that are predictable. Kate has been going out of her way to try and become a reporter. One might suspect that she may even be willing to create a story, just to be the one that gets to report it. She has tried numerous times to get a job at the local news station actually reporting news instead of being a gopher. Guess she just hasn't quite found the right story... maybe now she has though.
Ethan is a jock, but as opposed to the young man I remember oh so well he has actually grown a brain and started cracking open his books. In addition to being a star football player he is in the top Twenty-Five percent of his graduation class. Some might thing that's not to good but for Ethan Craft, that makes him a bloody genius.
I am currently sitting in the woods near the Taylor's home. Lizzie and her friend Veruca are chit-chatting about things, family, school, and boyfriends. Eventually they get to her father, the man whose death was cause by my own hands. Sure, everyone thinks that he was having an affair with that Jordan woman, but that is the farthest thing from the truth. It was I that killed him, I who brought about Ms. Jordan's demise as well. I find it so ironic that it's so easy to destroy what takes someone a lifetime to build. As someone who's had their world ripped out from under them, and almost destroyed I can relate.
Lizzie and Veruca are on the move. I follow them as they walk from the Taylor family home to a corner store. I am wearing a disguise to remain incognito. It would be stupid to follow them in my costume so I just blend in with everyone in the crowd. I over them say they are going to Danny Kessler's party. With a curfew in place the teens are just trying to blow off some steam and have some fun. One can only imagine what kind of fun might be had at said party. I know the kind of fun that Ronny has in store for his lady. I'll just have to put an end to that before it goes to far.
It's now seven o' clock in the evening and I'm sitting in the woods behind the Kessler's home. I've ditched my disguise and donned my costume, the same costume that has struck fear into the town of Hillridge. I'm surprised that they haven't banned it from the stores yet, one would think once it was identified as being worn by a psychopath that this wholesome community would have done so.
Through my binoculars I can see into the Kessler's family room. Danny, Ronny, Larry, Gordo, Lizzie, Veruca, Parker and a few others are drinking soda (well some of them are, others are drinking beer). The Kessler's big screen television has some horror movie on. How Lizzie agreed to that I will never know, nor understand. You'd think she'd have had enough horror after everything I put her through.
I creep around to the back of the house. The Kessler's home is in a secluded area of town so I can do this without too many people seeing me. I slowly turn the knob to the back door and find that it's unlocked. Looking in the window I see several people getting food out of the refrigerator. When the room is clear I slowly turn the knob and open the door. I slip into the home and dart to the door I realize leads to the garage.
Closing the door I take a look around. There is another refrigerator here and upon closer inspection it is the storage space for beer. I hear more noise and realize someone is in the kitchen again. There are two voices and they seem to chatting casually about absolutely nothing of importance. They aren't voices I recognize so they must be some of Kessler's other guests.
When the noise disappears I slip out of the garage and make my way down a side hallway to a staircase. Climbing the stairs I find several bedrooms. It's obvious to anyone who looked which bedroom was which. While Mr. And Mrs. Kessler were neat people Danny Kessler was a typical male teen. His room was full of personal possessions and they were all scattered about. Within a mater of moments I find something that his parents would be very interested in. Danny you naughty boy... you should hide stuff like this better. Still, your loss is my gain. You won't be needing it after I'm through with you.
As I place the item in my cloak I hear the sound of the garage door opening. The Kessler's aren't due back anytime soon so I can't think of what might be causing this. I look down and the sight makes me nauseous again. I can do nothing as I hear the cables that once held the garage door in place snap and the door comes down hard. The stereo bellow me is blaring as the door crash. If anyone heard it I doubt they'd even come check to see what the faint sound was.
Before I can think where to go next the telephone rings. I walk over and listen as it rings for a second time. I grasp the receiver and as the third ring ends I pick it up. David Gordo was the only person that bothered to reach for the phone and he was talking to the person whose name and voice I didn't know. That person is in a panic as they tell Gordo that Principal Ungermeyer has been killed and left hanging from the goal post on the football field. Gordo is silent then tells the person that he'll pass the news along. He then hangs up and I can hear him announcing what has happened to the congregation bellow.
Upon the news of Ungermeyer's death I hear several people getting up and dashing to their cars. They must have taken the bait. Soon the house will be empty... well almost empty.
It's now or never. I think to myself as I exit Danny Kessler's room for another part of the house.
I have the house scouted. I know all the entrances, exits and hiding spots. The front and back doors are the only way into the house and there is no basement. There was one locked closet but the contents were probably something that belonged to Mr. Kessler.
There is no place for her to run, no place for her to hide.
Elizabeth Brooke McGuire is doomed!