My Secret Window, Our Secret Garden
Chapter 3: Shooter
A/N: Hello! And I'm sorry for not updating for so long! Please forgive me and R&R.
Mort awoke slowly and groggily the next morning sitting up and looking around. He then suddenly remembered.
'The body!' he said and rushed upstairs to his desk.
Nothing no blood, no body, just a clean desk and a laptop screen shining bright.
He looked around for the body and then looked to the window across from his desk and walked slowly towards it.
As he walked he noticed small pieces of glass strewn across the floor and saw once he was close enough to the window saw that the window was shattered. He looked out of the smashed window and noticed on the ground below a fresh area of earth that seemed recently disturbed and he knew why.
'Shooter!' Mort yelled.
No answer.
'Shooter get out here dammit!'
'Now, now don't throw a fit.' A voice said.
'Shooter! Why him?! Why?!'
'To prove a point.' The voice said.
'What point could this possibly have?' Mort said circling around trying to find the figure.
'That you can't get rid of me Mr. Rainey.'
'Yes I can, and I have and I won't stop now.'
'Oh, really Mr. Rainey?'
'Yes really!'
no answer came back from the voice.
'Good, I shut him up.'
Mort walked downstairs and got ready to go out when the phone rang.
He stopped and hesitated at first but then reluctantly picked the phone up.
'Hello?'
'Mort, is that you?' a woman's voice said.
'Oh, hi Elena, how are you?' he said surprised.
'Oh, Mort can you come down to my apartment right now?' she asked.
'Um…actually no I can't I gotta go do something but I'll call you later ok?' he said shakily.
'Oh…ok Mort well, bye.'
'Bye.'
Click!
Mort sighed and walked out the door.