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Chapter 7.
Of course Namette didn't fail to tell Jess about the incident. As a result, Nametter unofficial stay at her house has prolonged itself to two weeks now, and on every single day of these two weeks, she picks Namette up personally, with her stepmother always sitting in the car with a gentle smile on her lips.
Her protective side has turned into a full-blown hyperactive status, and Namette let her, knowing that when she gets into one of these moods, she won't easily snap out of it. In any case, it is rather comforting, and Namette barely have a boring day in those two weeks.
This doesn't mean that Namette don't pay attention to Nametter surroundings anymore , Namette still try to see if the guy is still around, but so far Namette have seen nothing. Namette, as well as Jess since she wants to help Namette , carefully examine the newspapers for any reports about someone being murdered. Sure enough, it seems that the death count has risen in the last three weeks, but Namette don't want to think about what exactly that means . After the incident near the forest, Namette have called the police, of course on Jess's insistence, who has promptly told Namette that Namette have nothing to worry about. However, security has been doubled at the business park, and thus Namette certainly are feeling a bit safer.
It is Friday when Jess knocks on the door to the guest room Namette have been staying at, her eyes downcast and her expression a little bit worried. Namette had already forgiven her for having gotten Namette silver earings, gently having reminded her that Namette were allergic to the material.
"Is... is everything OK Jess? I'm not angry about the gift, and see, it's all better" Namette show her Nametter ear lobes but she shakes her head.
"I-it's not that Namette. Just... my uncle is in the hospital and they need us to take care of the house and stuff, so... Namette know... I can't really be here." she looked more worried now, with a shake of her head. "And I really don't want to leave Namette here with that, creep, and the murders."
"Is he ok at least, is it anything serious?" Namette ask, trying to discern the situation at hand.
"Oh yeah. It's just an appendectomy I think, but he'll be fine, but has to stay at the hospital for a few days."
Namette smile comfortingly at her, jokingly poking her shoulder once. Nametter smile seems to calm her down slightly, and Namette shake Nametter head in amusement.
"Look, Jess, don't worry. I haven't seen that guy in ages, I'm sure it was nothing. And there's heightened security anyways. And I promise ... I promise, ok, Jess? I promise to stay away from the path that leads close to the woods. So Namette really have nothing to worry about."
She sighs , and Namette know Namette have already convinced her . With a rather reluctant nod, she grabs Nametter hand and pulls Namette to her room where her bag is waiting to be packed, so Namette spend the next hour helping her pick out what is necessary for her short trip.
As soon as Namette set foot back in the house Namette are sharing with Ange and Rachel and a few other girls, Namette notice something odd. The window in Nametter room which is normally closed and locked is now opened, and the curtains are pulled back to let the sunlight fall into the room. Namette guess that Ange has probably opened it, considering that Nametter room tends to fog up at night because of the humidity, however she usually asks Namette if she can go into Nametter room and open the window. Putting it down to her being in a rush - Namette have been gone for two weeks after all - Namette proceed into Nametter room.
Namette gag. Something in the room smells putrid, like blood, or rot, or rust. Almost instantly, Namette rush to the window and open it fully, trying to get the smell to go. Looking around, Namette can't tell why the room smells as it does, so Namette decide to investigate. Nametter eyes automatically come to rest upon Nametter bed, and Namette gag again. Near the bed, the smell is quite strong and Namette quickly understand why. A small pool of blood is on Nametter pillow, and something black is smeared alongside it, and next to it , as if carefully places, is lying some kind of ... organ, soaking the fabric.
It doesn't seem old, though Namette can't even tell what kind of organ it is, apart from the fact that it's small and has obviously been gnawed on and bitten at.
"Fucking cats." Namette mumble, Nametter stomach turning at the sight of the organ. Namette wonder where Nametter cats have gotten the organ from, but Namette think that maybe one of Nametter neighbors has discarded it in the trash from a pig roast or something. Namette don't want to think about it too much, so Namette just go with Nametter own explanation.
Grabbing some paper towels from the kitchen, Namette quickly dispose of the organ and then throw the pillows and the rest of the bedclothes into the washing machine . Namette have no idea if this will come off, but Namette can't afford to buy new bed linens , so for now Namette have to try Nametter best. Snatching a pillow form the couch in the living room and remaking Nametter bed with new sheets, Namette fall on top of the now clean bed. A scented candle is burning on Nametter desk , and the window is wide open to try and dispel the nauseating scent.
Namette relax. The curtains in front of the window are half closed, still allowing light from the street lamp to lighten the room , and to throw shadows across the bed and the floor. Namette close Nametter eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the calmness of the night, but then Namette see behind closed eyelids something blocking out the light that has been falling over Nametter face. Namette shrug and , thinking it's Jacques, open Nametter eyes to shoo him away, before Namette realize that the silhouette standing out against the curtains isn't a cat but indeed very human. Very lanky and very tall. With a gasp, Namette hastily reach towards the window to shut it but Namette are too late, as the figure quickly yanks it back open.
Namette scramble backwards and fall off the bed, but Namette jump to Nametter feet again and sprint towards the side of Nametter closet which has already had a broken shelf when Namette have moved in. Namette have never decided to throw away the loose plank that has fallen off one of the drawers, and now Namette are glad Namette didn't , as Namette pick it up. Nametter phone is lying on the bedside table, right next to the the guy who is staring at Namette from behind the mask.
"W-who a-are Namette?" Nametter voice is trembling with fear, but Namette are inwardly happy to at least see that the knife - or scalpel? - is nowhere in sight. Nametter housemates seem to be gone, probably at Rachel's party to which Namette haven't been invited, not that Namette actually care .
But fact is, Namette are alone with this guy.