Chapter Five
Well that went well, Jordan thought, shaking her head as she walked to her car. I don't know why the hell I couldn't have spilled my guts to Lily or someone like that.
Driving home, she stopped at a supermarket to pick up some food, thinking all the while of how she was going to try to sleep without having nightmares that would keep her up half the night. Her thoughts elsewhere, she accidentally ran into a guy with her shopping cart.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Jordan apologized to the guy, who, she thought, wasn't all that bad looking. "I wasn't watching where I was going."
"No, it's okay," The man smiled, then he did a double-take. "Don't I know you? You look awfully familiar."
Oh great, the guy's trying to come on to me. Lovely...I don't need this shit now, Jordan thought with an inward sigh.
"I'm sorry...you must be mistaking me for someone else," Jordan said, looking for a way to just grab her Taco Bell chicken fajita mix and leave.
"No, no...I've seen you before, I know I have...that case where the dude buried those chicks alive, right?"
This is REALLY starting to piss me off-
"If you'll excuse me," Jordan said, snagging her fajita mix, "I have to go."
"I know it! It is you! Listen..." He grabbed her arm, and Jordan stiffened up, fighting the urge to drop the guy. "...I'm a writer for the Boston Herald. I'd like to interview you. Make us both rich," He added with a wink.
"I'm sorry, now's not the best time," Jordan said hastily, wrenching her arm out of his grip.
"Come on, with your story, with the information you must have on this freak, we could make millions! A book deal, maybe a made for TV movie on NBC..."
"Do you ever lay off? Take the hint: I-don't-want-to-talk-to-you. Comprende?" She strode off, leaving the sputtering journalist alone in the aisle.
How dare he, HOW DARE HE! Jordan fumed, practically stomping towards the produce section. Yeah okay asshole, it was just a fucking bowl of cherries the whole time...even when the guy buried me alive I wasn't worried...that's why there were scratch marks all over the inside of my fucking coffin, right? She hated it, hating being constantly reminded of what had happened. Going to see the shrink, she believed, hadn't helped.
Paying for groceries about a half hour later, Jordan spotted the reporter in another checkout lane. Seeing him staring back at her, she idly scratched the side of her head with her right middle finger. Watching him frown, looking a little pissed at the insult, she grinned and left, heading home for the night.
Unfortunately she was so tired she didn't notice the vehicle tailing her home...
Putting on some soothing classical music, Jordan went about making the fajitas, turning the ringer off on her phone. Sitting down at her table fifteen minutes later, she was startled by the sound of Garret's voice.
"Hey Jordan, just wanted to let you know that your friend called and informed me of the situation...you'll have tomorrow off. Don't come in, or I'll be very unhappy. I guess that's it....I'll talk to you later."
"Damn it," She sighed, but then again she didn't really know why she should've been so surprised. Shaking her head, she turned on the tv and surfed that for a couple hours before nodding off...
"Lily, what're you doing here?" The two friends were in Jordan's apartment, which seemed to be constantly changing rooms. The only constants were Jordan, Lily and the tv in her living room.
"Look at this, you're making a tv movie...must be nice..."
"Huh?" Jordan turned to see a trailer for a miniseries playing on her tv.
"Tonight on NBC...the movie that'll have you talking..."
"Come on Daniel...time to get in the box for mommy..."
"The true story of Boston's newest serial killer..."
" No mommy! I don't want to! Don't put me in there, mommy, please!!!"
"'Legacy of Darkness', only on NBC, ten/nine central..."
"You like all the attention, don't you," Lily spat at her, as if she was dirt. "You like being recognized now, don't you?"
This is bullshit...
"Of course I don't, Lily...I never have!" Jordan replied angrily as the dream around her manifested itself to look like the morgue. "You don't know what it was like, Lily, no idea! I thought of you as a friend, but if you're going to come at me and attack me like this for no reason, then to hell with you." Be cool, Jordan...this is a dream, no signs of coffins anywhere, just dead bodies...and Lily's still your friend. You're okay.
"Whatever, Jordan. Have fun with your new friends," Lily sneered as she vanished.
What the hell is she talking about? Turning around, her eyes widened as the covered up bodies of the dead on their stretchers began to move.
-Oh this sucks-
Hands already pale with death pulled the sheets off their faces.
-Fuck!-
Five 'Daniels' stared sightlessly at her, their eyes filmed over. As one, they grinned.
-Jesus Christ-
She ran to the morgue door and went through it, just to find herself....
Back in the morgue, with the dead men continuing to stare at her, smiles on their pallid faces.
-Wake up, Jordan, make yourself wake up or this isn't going to end well...-
The men came closer...
"Stay back! Stay back, damn it!"
They kept coming, and one of them grabbed her and slammed her into a wall. She slid down it, just to be picked up by another and thrown on a stretcher like a slab of meat.
"Now we can do to you what we wanted to do to you," The men said in unison.
-This isn't happening! Please wake up, PLEASE!-
"Now your ours," the men growled, surrounding her. "Let's see how long you last-"
She bolted awake upon hearing her answering machine go off.
"Jordan...I know you're there Jordan...since the Digger didn't get to finish what he started, I'm going to do it for him." The man laughed, a crazy sounding giggle that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. "Don't worry, I'll pay you a visit soon..."