He grinned insanely before he ran off. I was too dazed to see where he went. Probably into hiding. The amount of times we actually meet is getting out of hand. I turned back to my father's grave, and I sat down for a bit, then realized that I wasn't doing anything. I said goodbye to him, and went away.

I came home and made sure that the windows were still closed. They were. I checked the home phone to find a missed call from an unknown number. I put it back down when it suddenly rang again. I instantly reached out to answer it, But then I paused. What if it's him? Then again, maybe mom's calling from her work phone. You never know. I sighed, and answered it. The voice wasn't my mom's.....but it wasn't his, either.

"HAY GURL!"

I laughed. "Hey, Tara. What's up?"

"Well, as I told you, it's still HELLA hot here! Oh yeah, and I bought you a souvenir!"

"Haha, thanks. So, I was wondering. How exactly did you end up with a good grade in geography back in fifth grade?"

"What?" She sounded confused.

"Ummm, excuse me? The Statue of Liberty?! How? We did landmarks YEARS ago, Tara."

"Yeah, umm, that was.....autocorrect?"

"Yeah....autocorrect on a computer.....really legit." I laughed.

"Yeah, ummm, let's change the subject.....Did you see...him anytime recently?"

I cringed all of a sudden. "Y-yeah....I did, actually. This morning....I was eating, and I realized the window was open....but he...he was there, Tara. He was inside."

She gasped. "Again?! How? Wasn't your mom here?" I rolled my eyes, it was getting kind of annoying that I had to explain everything.

"She has a weekend shift. I was trying to look for a way to avoid him, so I went to visit...s-someone."

"You went to see your dad again, didn't you?"

"Y-yeah."

She sighed. "At least you had a bit of peace."

"N-no....actually, I didn't. He followed me. Again. It really scares me, Tara. And now I have no idea who is here instead of you, in your seat at school, everything! And you know what the worst thing is?"

"What?"

"He killed someone, Tara. Today."

She gasped a little, again. "Who? Whom did he kill?"

"I don't know, Tara. No matter how many times he would visit, he would always say something that would stay in my head. He said I might find out, might, whom he killed. He was so close, Tara. He was an inch from my face. I was terrified, especially since he had that smile."

I heard noises in the background. "Hey, Alice, I have to go, I still have to catch up on some stuff here. Bye, girl!"

"Bye." I said, a bit quietly. Then she hung up. I put the phone down, and unwillingly relived every single time I actually saw him. All starting with that night. I couldn't take it. He was always watching. He was always there. He was.......wait, where was he? I frantically looked around, until I heard that voice.

"Looking for someone?"

I shrieked. How the fuck did he get in? The windows are closed....aren't they?

"You shouldn't leave the door open when you come home, you know. Anybody could come in." He chuckled. "Have a nice time talking to your friend?"

I tried to turn around but he was holding my arms from behind. "None of your fucking business." I snapped.

He tsked. "That's no way to talk to people, Alice."

I was overcome by rage. "That's no way to talk to people? It's IS a fucking way to talk to someone who's a coldblooded killer. It IS a way to talk to someone who ruined my fucking life-"

"And someone who could end it in a second." he said, pressing that knife against my neck. I suddenly panicked. He chuckled. "Isn't this the same situation we were in a few nights ago? My, my, how time does fly." he said, mockingly. "You looked so afraid, it was wonderful. I loved it. It's just the same now. Isn't it funny? How quickly you can get into a situation where someone can decide between letting you live," he put more pressure on the blade, making me gasp, "or deciding not to." He suddenly let go of me, and I put my hands on my neck again.

"JUST GO!" I shouted.

"Whatever you say, Alice." He chuckled once more, then jumped out the window. How does he do that? It was dark by now, so I went to bed. I turned away from the window, so I could get some decent sleep. A little while later, I heard a soft thump on my window. I ignored it, but it came again. And again. And again. And again. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't, so I turned to the window, to see what he wanted. The sight was shocking. It was sick. It was something only a fucked up, insane killer could do. There was someone in front of the window, but it wasn't him. There was someone there, hanging from a rope around their neck, a smile carved in their face. I was looking at the bloody, mangled body of my mother's best friend, Louise.