Chapter 3: An unexpected visitor

The yellow school bus stopped along the house where Bella lived with her father and uncle.

'See you later, Bella,' said the bus driver.

'I'll talk you tomorrow, Bella,' said Jessica.

Bella got out of the bus and walked over to the mailbox and took all its content in her hands. She waved at the school bus and smiled. She turned around to enter the garden, but she was still on the path that led to the front door of the house. Bella opened it with her key and made herself ready.

A while later was she calling her best friend Jessica. 'So you're sure that I can stay over? My uncle won't be back until Sunday and my dad is probably searching for the killer whole the time.'

'No problem,' answered Jessica in the phone. 'I'll pick you up after training, okay?' There was a short silent and Jessica asked: 'Are you okay?'

'Uhuh,' breathed Bella in the phone. 'It's just… the police and the reporters and everything remind me of it. It's like déja-vu all over again.

'I'll be there by seven,' said Jessica while Bella walked in the garden.

'Thanks, Jess,' said Bella.

'Later!' yelled Jessica a bit too overenthusiastic in the phone.

Bella looked behind her and then breathed in. The house reminded her of it. She didn't want it to be like that. Why did she left her mother? Why did she came? Bella went back to the house and closed the back door. She went down to the hall with her pillow and some clothes so she could change at Jessica's. She took a purse out of the little closet from the hall. She went to the living room and decided to wait there until Jessica was there. She took the remote control of the television and pressed ON-button.

'The bodies of eighteen year old Angela Weber and her boyfriend Ben Cheney were found…'

Bella zapped away from that channel.

'Authorities are scared about the lack of clues they have who the killer might be…'

Bella zapped again away.

'The town is in shock and no one can quite believe what has happened. Although this is not the first time the small place Forks had to face such tragedy.' Bella's breathing stopped for five seconds and she coughed very loud. The brown haired woman was the same one from that morning and she knew her. She knew that reporter just like that. 'Only a year ago Renée Higginbotham Dwyer was found raped and murdered not far from this peaceful town…'

Bella turned the TV off. She had it with that reporter and she didn't want to be reminded of the tragedy that was found in this little town of Forks. She tried to lose the annoying feeling of that reporter and of the strange feeling in her stomach. She stood up but sat down immediately because she wanted to rest. She saw the picture on the little table next to the sofa and a tear rolled down her left cheek. Her mother and she were on it and they smiled like crazy. She laid herself in the sofa and tried to sleep.

A few hours later was the sun setting and Bella was sleeping. She had fall asleep.

It was a quarter past eight when the phone rang next to Bella. She took it and answered it. 'Hello?'

'It was a bit longer then I thought but I come as soon as possible, okay?' said Jessica.

'It's passed seven,' replied Bella with a sigh.

'Don't worry. Angela and Ben weren't murdered after ten,' said Jessica.

'Oh, wow, that's comforting,' sighed Bella and looked through the window behind her. She saw the darkness of the night and laid back with her head on her pillow.

'I want to rent 'All The Right Moves' with Tom Cruise. Is that okay for you?'

'Whatever, just hurry, okay?' asked Bella. She hung up and laid the phone back on its thing. An owl made his sound and a dove flew across the window. Bella laid back and wanted to sleep further.

But the phone rang again…

'Jessica, just get in the car…'

'Hello, Isabella,' said the unfamiliar voice on the other side.

'Uh…hay, who is this?' asked Bella. She didn't knew the voice.

'You tell me,' answered the person on the other line.

'Well, I have no idea,' said Bella back. Strange person, maybe someone is playing a prank on her. It could be possible. Maybe Jacob Black… No, he moved away some months ago. He hated it, because he was in love with Bella, but she loved Mike and not him. Jacob would always be her best friend.

'Scary night, isn't it?' asked the voice. 'After the murders and all. It's like a horror movie or something.'

She knew it: it was Eric. 'Eric, you gave yourself away. Are you calling from work? Jessica is bringing a dvd over.'

'Do you like scary movies, Isabella?' was the next question.

'I like that thing that you do with your voice, Eric. It's sexy,' said Bella and laughed.

'What's your favorite scary movie?' was another question.

'Oh come on. You know I don't watch that shit,' answered Bella.

'Why not? Are you scared?'

'No, just what's the point. They're all the same: some stupid killer stalking some big breasted girl who can't act who's always running up the stairs while she should be running out the front door. It's insulting,' replied Bella. She didn't mind that Eric did this. She didn't want to sleep anymore.

'Are you alone in the house?'

'Eric, that's so dull. I'm disappointed in you,' answered Bella.

'Maybe that's because I'm not Eric,' said the sexy voice.

Bella's eyes popped more open and her mouth went a bit open and trilled for a second. 'So… who are you?' asked Bella.

'The question isn't who am I, but where am I,' said the voice.

'So where are you?' asked Bella while she laughed a bit and smiled. Someone was definitely playing a prank on her.

'Your front porch,' replied the man.

Bella's mouth began again with trilling and her eyes almost felt out of her head. What did that person just say? She walked over to the front door and asked: 'Why would you be calling from my front porch?'

'That's not dull. That's the original part,' answered the manly voice.

Bella looked through the window next to the door and saw nothing and no one. 'Oh yeah! Well, I call you bluff.' She unlocked the door and stepped right outside. She looked around. On her left and her right, but she saw nothing unless the person who was calling wasn't a person but a bush or a tree. 'So where are you?'

'Right here,' was the answer.

She stepped out of the house and went to the left. She saw nothing but bushes and the deserted street. She looked behind her, but there was no one either. But she had to know it for sure. She went to the right and looked behind the tree on the porch and the chairs: nothing. Suddenly she thought of something: 'Can you see me right now?'

'Uhuh,' replied the person.

'Ah,' said Bella with a smile. 'Okay.' She putted the tip of her finger in her noose. 'What am I doing?' She made a turn of three hundred and sixty degree, but there was no reply. She slowly went back to the door and said: 'Nice tried, Eric. Would you tell Jessica to hurry? Bye now.' She wanted to press the OFF-button, but then…

'IF YOU HANG UP ON ME, YOU'LL DIE. JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER!'

Bella just stood there still on the front porch and couldn't say a word.

'Do you wanna die, Isabella? Your mother sure didn't,' said the voice, still a bit louder.

'Fuck you, you creep!' replied Bella and rushed inside.

She slammed with the door and locked it. She looked through the window and still saw nothing. Suddenly she heard the door from the little closet. She turned around and saw a man with black clothes and a white mask. He had a large knife in his hand. Bella screamed and wanted to get away. He raised his knife and tried to cut her in the face. Bella ducked, but was thrown on the ground by the man. She saw him coming to her, but she slammed her leg against the end of his upper leg and he fell on the ground too. He got a bit up and sat on her. He raised his knife again, but Bella was strong. She resisted a lot, but he took her head with some of her hair and smacked it against the wooden floor. Bella moaned, but there was luckily no blood. His knife went slowly against her throat and went down to the middle of her breasts. He raised his knife again and Bella's eyes went wider. She pushed her leg against his chest and he fell against the door of the closet.

She opened the door, but didn't succeed because it was locked. The man got up and slammed with his knife in the door, because Bella ducked again. She ran up the stairs, but was followed by the man. She rushed through the hall into her bedroom. The man went to fast and couldn't make a turn. That's how she could lock her door and open her closet door to keep everyone out. The way she did with her uncle last time. The man wanted to enter her room, but he couldn't: it was blocked by another door. He pushed his knife through the small opening and his arm too. He swung with his knife, but Bella was far out of reach. She ran to her own phone and tried to call someone, but the line was dead. Someone must have shut it off, was the thought of Bella. She used her computer to call 911. On the screen appeared the line "what is your emergency?". Bella looked behind her when she didn't hear the noise of the door anymore. She heard a noise from the other side of her room. She looked at her window and she saw Mike coming through it.

'The door was locked. Is everything alright?' asked Mike.

'No, the killer was here. He tried to kill me,' stammered Bella. 'He wants to kill us.'

'It's gone. Everything is going to be alright,' replied Mike.

Suddenly fell something on the ground. Two hand gloves fell out Mike's pocket. Was he the killer, thought Bella. She ran downstairs while Mike called her name. Even yelled her name. She unlocked the door and opened it. She saw the mask of the killer and screamed in terror. Charlie screamed back in return. He had the mask in his hand.

'I found this on the porch, what's wrong?' asked Charlie immediately and hugged his daughter. He saw Mike then on the end of the stairs.

Other officers came in the house and arrested Mike.

'Come on, Bella. You know that I didn't do it,' said Mike. He said it again and even a third time, but he screamed it for her the fourth. 'I didn't do anything!'

The chief came too and asked: 'What's wrong, Charlie?'

'I got him, sir,' said Charlie and the chief smiled. 'It's Mike Newton.'

'Who is that?' asked the chief.

'Mike Newton,' answered Charlie.

'Sir,' began Mike while he was dragged to the car, 'tell those man to let me go. I didn't do anything.' But he was still dragged into the car, but not before he said: 'Please call my dad, sir. Please!'

'How's Isabella?' asked Biggle after the car with Mike was gone.

'Isabella is strong, chief Biggle,' answered Charlie.

'She must be after all the stuff she's been through,' replied Biggle to that. He was near to Bella who was sitting in an ambulance. She had a coat around her for comforting. She was shivering and she couldn't help two tears falling down her cheeks. 'We meet each other a lot, right Bella?' said the chief. 'Are you capable for coming with us – down the station – and answer some questions?'

A red car stopped right in front of the house and someone came out of it. It was Jessica. 'Oh! My! God! Shit!' Jessica finally reached Bella. 'I'm so sorry! Are you alright?'

'Charlie, she can't come here,' said the chief.

'It's okay,' said Bella.

Jessica turned to Charlie and the chief. 'Her uncle is out of town…,' she turned to Charlie, 'and you are searching for the killer aka stalker. Can she stay with me, Charlie? I mean… deputy Swan.'

'Alright,' agreed Charlie.

'It's going to be okay,' said Jessica when Bella followed her. Jessica hugged her and almost dragged her to a police car.

'Look at this,' said Charlie. He showed the white mask to chief Biggle. 'Scary, huh? There was a note too.'

Chief Biggle took a white paper that laid on the front of the car. He read it:

Catch me if you can. However that would be unlikely, chief.
Your daughter is going to be chased throughout this whole history, ex-chief Swan.
With all the horror,
Ghostface

'Can we search for the writer? I mean, can we analyse this handwriting?' asked Biggle.

'Probably not, sir,' said Charlie. 'This is a typed note. It looks like it's written but that's just a font.'

A big, grey car stopped right in front of the house. It was a reporter's car. You could see it by the camera that was visible through the window. A woman got out of the car and ran to the garden. She wore a green suit and a green skirt. Her black pumps were shinny in the moonlight.

'Jezus! The camera! Hurry!' said the woman.

Her cameraman laughed and whispered: 'My name isn't Jezus!'

The woman walked to the police car with Bella in it. She looked through the window and said: 'Isabella, is that you in there?' The car drove further and left her behind.

She saw Jessica and asked: 'Was that Isabella Swan in there?'

'I'm not talking to you,' answered Jessica.

'What happened to her?' asked the reporter further.

'None of your damn business,' replied Jessica while she rushed to her car, followed by the reporter.

'I heard something about a costume, is that true?' asked the reporter.

But Jessica didn't listen. She just sat in her car and started the car.

'Can't you tell me anything?'

'Yeah. You're a real pain in the ass. Leave Bella alone!' yelled Jessica from the car.

'Where is she going?' asked the cameraman when he finally came to the reporter.

'Look… Kenny, I know that you have overweight, but when I say "hurry" then I mean that you have to come to me with the camera as fast as lightning, got it?' yelled the reporter.

Bella was sitting on a chair in the police station. She didn't say a word. All she could think off was the killer and her boyfriend. However, that were the same persons to her.

'Found him?' asked Bella after a while.

Charlie was looking everywhere for her uncle. 'I can't find him in the Hilton, though he must be there.'

'Yeah, at the airport,' said Bella. Her dad and she knew that he would stay for a day in that hotel and then go on a trip for his work.

'He's not already checked in,' said Charlie. He just didn't get it. 'He could have stayed somewhere else…'

'I don't know, dad, I just don't know,' replied Bella.

'Don't worry, Isabella… I mean, Bella. We'll find the killer,' sighed Charlie. He wanted his daughter to be safe, but that wasn't easy now. With that crazy killer on the loose.

Another police man gave Charlie some papers. 'It's about the mask.'

'I'll be right back,' said Charlie and kissed his daughter on her forehead. He stood up and walked away.

Bella looked him after, but saw also her boyfriend Mike. He watched her as she turned her head away. He was in another room.

'Let me ask you, son. What are you doing with a cellphone?' asked Biggle.

'Everyone has that! I didn't make such calls,' answered Mike.

'Why don't you check the telephone accounting? They got the records of every damn phone,' asked the lawyer from Mike. The lawyer was Mike's father. Mike's father had a shop and ran it, but he also had a diploma for lawyer.

How convenient, thought Bella.

'Thanks, we're on top of it,' answered the chief on Mike's father and lawyer's question. He turned back to Mike: 'Now what were you doing at Bella's house?'

'I wanted to see her, that's all,' answered Mike.

'And last night? Bella said that you was with her last night,' said Biggle.

'You went out last night?' asked Mike's father.

'I was watching TV, got bored and went for a ride,' replied Mike.

'Having a ride to Angela Weber's house?' asked Biggle.

'No… No, I didn't!' answered Mike. He had it with this chief and his father. Didn't they believe him? Why not? 'Chief, I didn't kill anybody!'

'We have to hold you until we got those phone records,' said the chief finally.

'This is crazy,' sighed Mike and turned away from those two. He looked at Bella through the window. He just had it with those two. They didn't believe him. But why Bella? Why did Bella that? Didn't she trust him? He looked her right in the eyes and her eyes were full with frightening.

But Bella saw something else in his eyes and she didn't know what that was. Maybe hate or love… But those two aren't too far from each other, right?

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