Chapter 7: Knock, Knock
Mr. Greene was fitting a Ghost Face mask and stood in front of a mirror. He was in his office at school. He did a bit crazy. Suddenly was there a knock on the door. Greene turned around and looked at his grey door. He waited for someone to open it and coming through, but no one came. He walked to it, waited for about two seconds and then threw the door open. He gave a look at his right side and went to the left. He still saw nothing!
He turned back and looked in the mirror. Ghost Face was behind him. He turned around, but saw no one. Then he turned for the third time and then he knew it: it was the mask in his hand that had scared him. He looked back in the mirror and laid his hair a bit better.
Suddenly was there another knock on the door. Mr. Greene turned around and pushed the door quickly open. But there was still no one! He threw the mask into his office and walked down the hallway. He passed the desk of his secretary and then all the others. He went to the right and opened the door that led into the main hall of the school. Still nothing!
'Devil shits!' said Mr. Greene.
'What did you just call me?' asked the genitor and looked up while he was mopping the floor.
'Nothing!' said Mr. Greene forcefully.
Greene shut the door very loud and walked back to his office. He checked all the desks first and then looked around the room. He shivered! He didn't know why he shivered, but he just did. He had a weird feeling about this situation. He had the feeling to just run out of the school and drive to his house… where it's warm and safe.
He went back to his office. He stepped through the opening of the door. But then he stopped! He stepped slowly to the closet in his room. He opened it quickly after he breathed in, but there was no one. He breathed in and out and he calmed down then. He looked at the open door and walked to it. He gave a little push to it and turned around.
He heard something!
He turned quickly around and saw the white mask, but not on the desk… on someone's face. He had so much pain all of a sudden! He screamed and the person in front of him stabbed him again. He was stabbed for three times in a row after those two and he fell on the ground. Blood came out of his stomach and he kept looking at Ghost Face.
In the meantime were Jessica and Bella talking on the front porch of Jessica's house.
'Maybe Waylon did have an affair with your mom,' said Jessica.
Bella sighed, but Jessica just talked further about it.
'Your dad was a lot out of town.' She turned her head to the other side and then back. 'Maybe your mom was unhappy.'
'If… if…' The words couldn't get out of her mouth, but she breathed in and said further: 'If they were having an affair, then why couldn't Waylon prove it to us? To the police! To everybody!'
'Well,' began Jessica, 'you can't prove a rumor. That's why it's a rumor.'
'Right,' sighed Bella out, 'created by that little bitch from channel WHATEVER Esmé!'
'That wasn't the first rumor, Bella,' said Jessica honestly. 'There were already rumors before that. There has been talked about other men.'
'And you believe that? You? My best friend?'
'Well…' Jessica didn't know what to say and she shut her mouth for a while, but her plan failed because she opened it a second later: 'If you only hear a rumor time after time, day after day, then you could start to believe it, right?'
Bella stood up and walked to the other side of the porch. Her head was hurting and she had a big ball in her throat that she couldn't loose.
'I'm sorry,' apologized Jessica behind her.
Bella cleared her throat and looked at the bushes around the house.
'You know…,' began Bella, '… if I were wrong about Waylon, then the killer is still out there.'
'Don't start about that, Bella,' said Jessica. 'You sound like Wes Carpenter!' She walked towards Bella and stood in front of her. 'Don't freak yourself out, okay? We have a long night!'
Bella whipped a tear away and nodded. Jessica took her arm and dragged her down the porch to the car. They went for snack and booze shopping. But they didn't notice that someone was looking through the bushes. Someone with a white mask, black rope and a shiny knife in his hand.
Meanwhile, Eric worked in the media store in the village. He placed some dvd's in the racks and whistled. Sammy sneaked up behind him and scared Eric. Eric dropped the dvd's and said: 'Dork!'
Sammy laughed, but then became serious when he looked around: 'Gees, this place is crowded, man.'
'We had a run in the murder section,' said Eric with a laugh.
'Coming to my fiesta?' asked Sammy.
'Yeah, why not?' answered Eric and placed some more dvd's in the rack. He was getting bored by this task.
A girl ticked Eric's shoulder and asked: 'What's that werewolf film with E.T.'s mom in it?'
'The Howling,' replied Eric. 'It's in the horror section. Straight ahead!'
'Okay, thanks.'
'Oh no, now that's a poor taste,' whispered Eric to himself, but Sammy heard it.
'What?' asked Sammy.
'If you were the only suspect in a bloodbath, would you be standing in the horror section?' whispered Eric to him.
'Well, it was just a misunderstanding,' began Sammy, 'he didn't do anything.'
'You're such a little lapdog,' said Eric, a bit louder now. 'He got guilt pressed on his forehead.'
'O-kay, really,' said Sammy with a weird voice. 'Why did the cops let him go then, huh?'
'Because obviously they don't watch enough films,' replied Eric. 'This is standard horror movie stuff. Just like 'Prom Night'.'
'Oh yeah. Well, then would he kill his own girlfriend?' asked Sammy.
Eric sighed and replied: 'There's always some stupid bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend.'
Sammy nodded him to go on.
'That's the beauty of it all. Simplicity!' went Eric further. 'Besides, if it gets to complicated, you'll lose your target ones.'
'Well, what's his reason?' asked Sammy while he leaned against a rack.
'Maybe Bella wouldn't have sex with him', whispered Eric in response.
Sammy looked at him with big eyes and said: 'What? She's saving herself for you?' He said it with a laugh.
'Maybe… I'm not trying to kill her', whispered Eric. 'Do you think Bella would go out with me?'
Sammy looked with bigger eyes at him and then his tongue darted out. He started to giggle and to laugh. He chuckled sometimes, but when he realized that everyone in the store was looking at him, he stopped and just said: 'No, I don't.' He came closer to Eric and he made a movement with his hand towards Eric to come closer too. 'Do you want to know who I think did it?'
Eric nodded and just looked and listened.
'I think it was Bella's uncle. Why can't they find her uncle?'
'Because he's probably dead!' said Eric, louder than he had expected. 'His body will come popping up at the final scene! You see: the police are always off track with this shit. If they watch "Prom Night", then they would save time. There's a formula! A very simple formula! Everybody is a suspect!' Eric looked around and saw that all the people in the store were looking at him. When people started to go along with what they were doing, he went further, but quiet: 'Believe me. It isn't her uncle. It's Mike!'
Eric turned around and bumped into someone. Mike! Mike was holding a piece of Eric's shirt in his hand and looked at Eric with hateful eyes.
'How do we know that you're not the killer?' asked Mike in cold blood. 'Huh? Huh?'
'Hey, Mike', replied Eric softly. His voice sounded like it was stuck in his throat. God, he was scared of Mike right now.
'Maybe you watch too much horror movies, did you ever think of that?' went Mike further.
'You're absolutely right. I'm the first one to admit it: if this was a scary movie, then I'd be the prime suspect.'
'That's right!' said Mike.
'What's your motive?' whispered Sammy - who was leaning against Eric's back – into Eric's ear.
Eric freed himself out of the grip of Mike and out of the hands of Sammy. 'It's the millennium. Motives are incidental.'
'The millennium. Hmmm, the millennium!' said Mike. 'I like that!' He took Eric's noose between two fingers. He pressed against it and he let loose. 'Good kid!' He walked away after he gave Eric a little slap on the cheek.
'Millennium! Good one, man!' said Sammy and played with his shirt.
'And you're telling me that that creep is not the killer?' said Eric right in Sammy's face.
It was late afternoon. The butcher came outside his store and locked the door immediately. He ran to the car where his wife was in. He was so fast that people would've thought that he was running a marathon. A woman and her child were cleaning there picnic. The mother threw all the food in her wooden basket. She took her son in her arms and ran towards her house some blocks away. Two people came out of the coffee shop. The owner of the shop was following them to make sure no one came inside the shop. She locked the door and ran to her husband behind the counter.
Charlie dropped his daughter and her friend of next to the supermarket. Bella and Jessica stepped out of the car and Charlie followed. Bella was looking around and saw the woman with her child running, the butcher with his wife and the coffee shop.
'It sure is quiet', joked Charlie and laughed at his own joke.
'Look at this place!' began Jessica. 'It's like that little town from "The Town that Dreaded Sundown".'
'Isn't that the movie with that killer in Texas, huh?' said Charlie, although it wasn't a question. He was trying to impress his daughter that he still belonged in this century.
'Hey, Bells', said Jessica, 'if they're going to make a movie about you, who would be playing you?'
'Isn't that a bit… weird to think about that?' said Bella.
'You look a bit like Meg Ryan', said Charlie.
He was trying to imagine that his daughter was played by a mature and old-looking woman. Not to trampy, sluthy or – the worst – lazy.
'Thanks dad, but my guess is that it's going to be Kristen Stewart', said Bella.
'I'm just going to be away for three minutes, okay?'
'Okay, dad!'
'You girls don't go too far!' yelled Charlie after the two girls who were almost out of sight.
'Is Mike going to be there tonight?' asked Bella while Jessica and herself reached the store.
'He better not be! I told Sam to keep his mouth shut!' answered Jessica. 'I think we can use a quiet and calm night.'
The two of them entered the store and took a barrow. They rushed – well, actually Jessica rushed – towards the snacks and booze department. Jessica grabbed packs of Lays' Chips, Coca-Cola bottles and other snacks.
'Mike is a nice guy, but every time he touches me, I'm like…' Bella wanted to find the right word '… frozen.'
'You have some intimate issues with the sl… murder of your mom,' said Jessica while she took the barrow over and pushed it next to a check-out. 'So what? He has to wait then!'
'Yeah, but he has been so patient with me, Jessica,' sighed Bella while she grabbed a pack of chocolate milk, almost too late. 'I mean: how many guys want a girl who is sexually anorexic?'
Jessica sighed, looked with a look like 'you are so pathetic sometimes' and then just said: 'Mike and his penis don't deserve you.'
Bella laughed and then just walked with Jessica out of the shop. But they didn't see the reflection of someone in the glass of the deepfreezes: Ghost Face!
The sheriff was smoking a cigarette outside when Charlie saw him. Charlie walked to him and the sheriff just said: 'Charlie, where the hell have you been?'
'I was keeping an eye on Bella, sheriff,' replied Charlie. Charlie looked at the cigarette for one last time and then asked: 'I thought you quit?'
'I did, but what we just discovered is so unbelievable. I don't know how to say this…'
'What, sheriff?' asked Charlie. He had the feeling that something bad was coming up.
The sheriff sighed and then whispered: 'Those phone calls were done by your brother, Charlie.'
Charlie's mouth dropped open: 'His cell phone could have been cloned? His phone is stolen? Sheriff!'
'There's more… guess what tomorrow is…'
'The anniversary of his wife's death,' sighed the sheriff and Charlie gulped.
Could my brother do that?
'We have to block the roads and if he isn't picked up by morning, I'm going to search for him myself. I'll search his and your house, Charlie. I'll have to.' The sheriff smoked the cigarette again. 'Where IS Bella?'
'She is hanging out with her friend Jessica. Do I have to bring her here?' asked Charlie worried.
'No, no, no! We need to know that he is our killer,' replied the sheriff and threw his cigarette on the ground.
I hope that you liked it and that you'll review... Reviews are always welcome. I am sorry that I didn't have much time the past month. I had lots of homework and exams are in a week. (GOD I HATE THOSE EXAMS!) So I hope that you can get a bit further with this...