(26th of May, 1999)

9:12 PM

*Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick…*

Kimberly stood there frozen. Time moving slowly like sap dripping down a maple tree. The echoing of the hands turning on her clock was all she could hear for a moment. Clutching her towel to keep it wrapped around her, she fell to the ground and slowly backed away. Soaked and sweating, an expression of terror on her face as she slowly receded, her back to the wall. Her cat Toto hissing. Then without consent, the man stepped through the doorway.

No… Kimberly’s hands shook in place. What am I going to do!? Her eyes widened and began to uncontrollably twitch.

Stepping through the doorway his muddy combat boots left prints on her hardwood floors. Toto running into the kitchen as the man shut the door behind him. Kimberly began looking toward the bedroom. Wondering if she should run for her bedroom to grab her gun. Or if she should try to play the situation and give into what the man wants to look for an opening. Shaking with fear and indecision. She continued to sit there.

The man almost peering into her soul with his bright blue eyes. They’d almost seem gorgeous to her if she didn’t know better. He knelt down toward her as her body began to tense up, and her breaths were quivered. And then “You’re the officer from the church…” He said.

“Oh my god, you were there!” She said in shock.

What’s he want from me!? Does he think I found evidence? Cutting off loose ends? She thought as her mind raced. Did he hurt Drew!? She struggled to compose herself. Her breathing heavying as he removed his trench coat. And as she was about to find the courage to fight back and run. He covered her with the coat.

“Here. Cover yourself.” He said stoically. Standing and backing away from her.

“…” She sat there confused for a moment. Finally she took some time to catch her breath. After a few deep breaths she stared at the man with discontentment, of which he did not react. She looked at his clothes and saw that he was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and over it a body holster, housing a 44. Snub Nose Python. A revolver. A handful of speed-loaders, and some other gear. Like a bright silver bowie knife, a brilliantly golden catholic cross, and even a flask.

Who- who is this guy?

Finally gaining the courage to speak she said. “Do you expect me to drop my towel in front of you, you creep?” She said with a scowl. Turning her fear into anger.

“Oh!” The man said embarrassed. “My apologies. I’m not one for social graces.” He said as he turned to face the other way. Blushing a bit as unbeknownst to her, he now had his eyes closed. She stood up dropping the towel. The man holding his eyes closed harder at the sound.

Bewildered she stood there for a second. Staring at the man’s back before wrapping the large trench coat around herself. The smell of mildew hitting her nose. Feeling as though she needed another shower all of a sudden. Her befuddlement causing her to wonder if she could trust this guy or not.

No! Don’t be fooled. This man IS the killer. He has to be. Right?

“I appreciate the coat but…” Suddenly she looked down at the missing button. And in that was reaffirmed in her belief that this man had to be connected. If not with the murders, at least with the boys’ disappearances. She stared with a scowl yet again. “…I have my own clothes. Mind if I get dressed?”

The man turned to face her. He let out a soft smile. Almost disarming in a way. Then bluntly he said. “No dice.”

“Why not!?”

The man then walked up to her. She backed away in fear yet again. Albeit a little more composed this go around. “First I have to ask you. Have you seen anything weird tonight?”

“You mean other than you barging into my house!” She yelled rhetorically.

“So that’s a no?” The man said as he unsheathed his knife and began looking around the room. “I don’t sense it… the cat!” He said as he began walking to go find Toto.

It was then out of fear for her faithful feline Kimberly was able to remember. The deflated eyeball on her bathroom floor. Suddenly she turns on a dime, grabbing the man by the sleeve to stop him. Catching his attention and stopping him in his muddied tracks.

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“Wait!” She yells as he turns to face her. Towering over her as she clutches his sleeve. Looking up at him in desperation while using her other hand to hold the trench coat in place. “In the bathroom.” She says as she points to the door behind her, and to the left. “There’s something… weird. In the bathroom there.”

The man turned, knife in hand. His stature incidentally placing the tip of the blade near Kimberly’s tender, red cheeks. She gulps nervously as the man pulls the blade away from her to go check the restroom. Stepping ahead of her. Casting a shadow from the light in the hallway that enveloped her completely. As he stepped into the bathroom she could hear him from the hall.

“Did you kill this?”

With the man out of sight, Kimberly came back to her senses. Now’s the time! I’ve got to get my gun! She then began tiptoeing through the hall. Needing to make it passed the restroom to get to her bedroom. Where her 9MM handgun was waiting. The man, still waiting for a reply.

“Um… yes, by accident. Do you know what it is?” She asked, moving steadily.

“Well… in a manner of speaking…” He said with a muffled voice, echoing from the bathroom.

“Well, mind explaining?” She said, at the cusp of reaching her room.

“My great grandfather called it a Seeker.” The man said as he picked the eye up by its nerves. The little tendrils on the back. “But this isn’t THE seeker…” He whispered to himself.

This one is smaller. So it is multiplying… he thought.

Without saying another word, Kimberly found herself right outside of her bedroom. Not realizing that she’d left the door ajar. Knowing that if she pushed it open he might hear it. What am I going to do? This nutjob is going to kill me if he catches me… She started pushing gently on the door as it stayed silent. She breathed as sigh of relief. Spotting her police belt when suddenly Toto rubbed up against her leg.

*Meow*

“…no.” She whispered.

“What are you doing.” The man said as he stood right behind her. Already knowing the answer as he caught a glimpse of her Beretta M9 on the bed. “I see.” He said as he walked past her. He swept up the cat and grabbed the gun in rapid succession. “Get dressed.” He said plainly.

“Okay…” She said defeated.

She slid on her panties and a pair of jeans as the man stood in the doorway. Blocking her escape and making sure she doesn’t try to climb out of the window. Next her bra and then she put on a long sleeve shirt. Handing the man back his trench coat. Still incapable of seeing his face from the scarf. The man put down Toto, puts on and clasped her police belt, and puts his trench coat back on.

“Alright. I can see you don’t trust me.”

“How did you figure that Einstein?” She said smarmily. “So are you going to kill me or what?” She asked.

“Kill you?” The man finally removed his scarf and his hat. Knowing he needed to do something to build a small amount of trust between the two. “I’m not here to kill you.”

Kimberly was taken aback at the sight of this man. He certainly didn’t look like a killer to her. Despite all the evidence. The weapons, as well as a facial scar that went from the top of his left eye, to about an inch below. In fact to juxtapose this, he was handsome. His expression was soft and his deep blue eyes full of melancholy. Simmering down a bit she finally came out and asked him. “Then what are you doing here?”

“Well the truth is. I need your help….”

10:17 PM

“Unit 02 this is dispatch.” Said the dispatcher. Her voice coming through the radio in the squad car. The two officers named John and Steve responded.

“This is unit two.” An officer said through the hand mic.

After a brief explanation unit 02’s sirens went off as it spiraled in the middle of an empty road and began speeding towards Foster Drive. “Faster!” The passenger side officer, John told the Steve, the driver.

Upon arriving on Foster Drive they parked outside Old Mable Stillwater’s house. All the lights off. They cut the sound as the red & blue lights continued to spin. The two officers jumped out of the car; weapons drawn. Making their way to the front door. Steve taking point kicked the door open. The door slamming against the wall as they entered. Flashlights enabled.

“Oh my God!” John, the senior officer said.

It was blood! Splattered everywhere! All over the floor, the walls, even on Old Mable’s collection of Teddy Bears…. The soft lights illuminating it all. Steve tried the light switch with no success.

“The power is out.” Steve said. Trying to stay calm.

“…” John kept moving his flashlight, illuminating more the Stillwater household when he finally found blood. Unlike the rest though it wasn’t spattered like an old painting. It was pooling in a soupy mess. Where was it coming from? The legs of Mr. Stillwater. His upper body missing…

It was then the pair heard the sobbing of an old woman coming from the bedroom. A trail of blood, likely caused by the rest of Mr. Stillwater having been dragged across the floor… The two taking aim, moved to check on her. “Mrs. Stillwater!” John said as the sobbing stopped. They followed the crimson red trail to a closed door. And slowly opened it.

Empty. The room was empty.

“It’s all clear…” John said as he stood tall in the doorway.

“How is that possible?” Steve wondered. When suddenly.

*SLASH!*

John’s throat had been cut open. Blood spraying forth like a faucet as wide scaly hand dangled from the ceiling. The hand sagging and lanky with enormously long nails and fingers. The gripped the top of John’s head. Preventing him from falling to the floor and then!

*RIIIIPPPP!!*

The hand tore John’s head from its body. Blood splashing in all directions. Spraying Steve in the eyes as he fell to one knee. Screaming and trying to wipe the blood away. He dropped his firearm and began running. Holding his palm against his face as he struggled to find the exit. When he finally regained some of his eyesight he had already made his way into the kitchen. Seeing the back door. He gripped the handle and swung the door open!

“Oh god… oh GOD!” He cried out as he tripped. Fumbling through a screen door. Still incapable of seeing it with his impaired vision. But it was fine. He was out. Home free! At least until an arm longer than his body shot forth from the darkness of the house. Grabbing him by the leg as its nails sunk into ankle. Dragging him kicking and screaming back into the house. After that, the whole neighborhood lit up. As confused citizens came out to see what was going on…