Hey guys! This chapter's gonna be pretty intense! It's the moment of truth. How does Susie feel about Calvin? Well? Go find out! Stop reading the A/N and go read! Go! GO!

I still don't own Calvin or Hobbes or Susie, or his parents, or anything. Why, cruel world? Are you still reading this? Why? Get reading!

Susie's POV

"Susie? Can you get the mail?"

Ugh, stop yelling, mother, I'll get to it when I get to it.

Instead, out loud I called, "Yeah mom! I'll get it when I'm done! I still need to get ready for school!"

Not strictly the truth, but who's gonna find out? I'm almost done my book so I can't stop now! Why is the mail more important than my reading? I sigh, putting down my book. No matter how hard I try to ignore it, the guilt eats at me. I just can't lie to my parents. Not like Calvin, my neighbour. He lies about everything. I don't think he cares about them at all. I try to be tough and not care, but it just won't work for me. I guess I'm still a goody two-shoes at heart.

I walk downstairs, books in hand. I debate leaving for school early, but I decide to just get the mail and continue reading. I look out the window in my family room. I stare off into space, scanning Calvin's house. Something catches my eye in my daze. I see Calvin staring at something intensely. It looks like he's staring right at my house. I try to assure myself that he's just staring off into space like I was, but he never looks away once in 10 minutes I sit there. A chill runs down the length of my spine and I abruptly close the blinds and walk out of the room. Calvin can be quite creepy when he wants to be. I wonder why he would be looking here for so long. I unsuccessfully try to suppress a shudder.

At this point I remember that I was supposed to get the mail and leave for school. At this rate I won't get there with my usual 20 minutes to spare. I open my front door, letting the breeze into the house. I love the wind, so I leave the door open while I go put on my shoes. I walk down my driveway, closing my eyes for a moment and letting the breeze wash over me. I slowly walk to the red mailbox at the end of my driveway. I open the little door and peer inside the enclosed space. All of a sudden I hear an angered yell coming from next door. I see Calvin tumble through his front door holding what looks like a stuffed tiger. He holds it in a tight bear hug, shrieking and hollering at it with profanities that would shock a sailor. All of a sudden, with a final screech, he whips the toy to ground, looking at it with rage.

Oh my God! He's psycho. I was terrified of waiting here, but my legs betrayed me and wouldn't move. I focus on staying silent so nothing draws his attention towards me.

"Let me go Hobbes! Just let me go! I can't play anymore! Stop this obsession!" Calvin roars at the top of his lungs. My terror is barely describable at this point. A 15 year old boy is shouting at a toy, telling it that it has an obsession with him. I was almost at the point of wetting myself. Who knows what this boy is capable of? Would he hurt me like he tried to hurt the toy?

I'm still staring at Calvin, a stunned expression on my face. He quickly turns around and faces me. He gives me a little, evil smile and waves. This pushes me over the edge, making my mind grasp the situation. I run up my steps and into my house as fast as I can. When I make it inside I lock the door and run to my room, locking that door behind me as well.

Once inside my safe sanctuary I begin taking deep, calming breaths. After a few minutes of this I feel sufficiently calm to think about what just happened. My parents told me there was something wrong with him, but I never knew it was this severe! How can I live next to a violent stalker? Oh my God! He could come get me at any time! At school, the library, or my walks to and from those places! Omigodomigodomigodomigod!

I resume my calming breaths, trying to figure out what to do. I decide to tell my mom about this whole situation. I run to the kitchen, where I find her eating breakfast.

"Oh, Susiekins, you're normally gone by now... Why aren't you walking yet...?" My mom trailed off, seeing the panic in my eyes. I told her the whole story and how I feel unsafe living next to that creep! She listened quietly the whole time and looked pensive.

"Well? What do you think?" I ask.

"I know he scared you today, but that was just his illness affecting him. It's... uh. Erm, I don't remember what it's called, but one of the problems includes some memory loss. There's a good chance he'll forget all about this morning and pretend everything is normal. Honey, I think you have to just go to school normally and forget all about this."

Are you freaking kidding me? A crazy guy lives next door and talks to inanimate objects and you don't think this is a problem? But of course, I only thought this.

"Okay... If you think that's best. I guess I'll leave now," I mutter and walk back to the front hallway. I quickly decide that I will run or jog the whole way to school. No need to take stupid chances by being alone outside longer than strictly necessary. I pack my bag, put on my shoes and coat and get ready run. I take another deep breath. 1, 2, 3, GO! I fling open the door and slam it behind me. I shoot down the steps, onto the sidewalk and run as fast as I can, fearing Calvin pursuing me at every footfall.

OMG. Looks like Calvin's not what we thought he would be. How did you like it? I still have 0 reviews for this story, so I can't tell if anyone likes it and wants me to continue. Please review! Please with a cherry on top! And chocolate sauce! And sprinkles! Now I'm hungry... Great! Just take 2 seconds and review. Until next chapter, farewell!