Chapter 4:

Jill was still all alone, and the clouds rolled over making the blue birds fly, and the trees outside looked lonely. Jill would remember the shadows in the Mandrakis' house, and it was hard to believe the 'incident' wasn't long ago. It wasn't a memory. It was a scar, that Jill did not appreciate. It's where she didn't want to be in the first place. Jill moaned in displeasure. His face smearing away in her head. Disappearing. It's gone cold now, and the trees still look lonely. A howl in the wind. His face. His dark eyes that spell out 'murderer' and it was so evil. How long can she keep this up? Jill would pray at the sunlight and pray until her tongue fell out. The house and the long curtains. The small children. No one could forgive him for his crimes. She was his little crime though, and it was a haunting. Jill held onto her pillow, like she was trying to grip onto reality. But felt she was on a string. Slipping away. She wanted her parents here with her right now.

"Stranger…"

Jill whispered, and she didn't know his name. She didn't know anything about him, except his passion to kill anyone. The clouds and the sky looked displeased, like they knew something that she didn't. Along with her thoughts came whispers that itched in the back of her head. Where was her parents? There was nothing she could do. But…they were all girls and--

*Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring*

That made Jill jump in fear. That fearful echoing ache, and it was all a mistake. Wander the hallways, and it was a dark secret haunting she says.

*Ring, ring, ring*

Time passes by, and Jill's eyes darken. It couldn't be possible because…he…was a ghost and nothing more. He was in prison, for all his years to come. Until death, and Jill hoped it was execution he would pay for his crimes. She raised her hand and picks up the phone. Being hesitant for a moment.

Silence.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Hello?"

Silence. Hang up on the other line.

Jill's heart came to a sudden leap, and she tried to breathe. Tried to breathe.

Stranger's POV:

The loneliest man, he wanders the earth with a carnivorous and lustful intention after her, after all these weeks. He was a discarded object, hated and weak from every human being that watches the evening news. But he cut off the world from his mind, all that was left he could ponder about was Jill Johnson. He wrapped himself in his won cocoon of self-banishment, and only for her as well. With her in his mind, he's become savage and a transient freak that gave himself no limits.

"Jill…"