It was nice and cool morning while the sun started to peak away from the clouds. There was a gust of wind that blew by that made my long curls blow around while I sat on the bottom of my driveway.

Where is he? I wondered with a sigh, waiting for Josh to pick me up for school. I lightly traced my pale fingers along the cracked concrete of my driveway; my long nails polished with my favorite color, purple.

It's been over a week since Gregg had been… murdered.

Police don't even know who the murderer is. He could be anywhere.

What I don't understand is who would want to hurt Gregg? He was such a nice person. He didn't deserve that.

There was so much blood…

Tears started to slide down my cheek to the horrible image.

No, I can't think about that, not now, I thought as I wiped away the tears.

Suddenly, something jumped in my lap, startling me. When I looked up, I was face to face with my neighbor's black and brown Yorkshire Terrier. I laughed when Annie pressed her paws onto my chest as she began to lick my face. I moved my face away before climbing to my feet.

The little dog excitedly jumped up and down, her claws lightly scraping against my dark blue jeans. She continued to jump against me with her tail wagging and tongue hanging out as she panted loudly.

"Aw," I cooed and bent over to pet her. She leaned against my leg. "You're just so cute."

Her ears went back and her eyes started to close as she continued to lean against my leg, completely relaxed while I scratched her side.

"Annie!" I heard Molly Hall, my neighbor call from her front door. "Come on, girl!"

When I started to stand up straight, the little dog bolted across the street and back to her owner.

After Molly picked up her dog, we exchanged a wave before she went back inside.

Where is Josh? School starts in less than ten minutes.

I will call him, I decided.

Then I realized I didn't have my phone on me.

I turned and started walking up my driveway, towards my house.

My house was a dull blue, the shutters white that matched the garage door. I really hated thatblue. I've begged mom to paint our house something else, but she objected, saying it just needed a fresh coat of paint. I don't see the point in spending time painting the house if we aren't going to change it from that horrible blue with something like, I don't know, yellow.

I rushed up the three steps and onto the front porch. I nearly tripped over warped wood panel on the porch that stuck up near the door, but caught my fall before unlocking and swinging my front door open.

My white, Nike sneakers contrasted against the gray carpet in the living room as I made my way to and up the stairs; my hand grabbing onto the cherry wood banister with each step.

I quickly made a U turn, passing the stairs and then made a left through my bedroom door.

I could smell the buttercream scent from my plug-in air freshener when I entered my room as my purple walls surrounded me.

I stopped at my full length mirror that hung on my closet door to adjust my red, button up collar shirt―the top two buttons were undone, my black tank top underneath exposed.

Josh loves when I wear red, I thought as I examined myself in the mirror a few more moments before pushing my rolled up cuffs past my elbows.

I combed through my curls with my fingers before I took a few strides across my room and toward my desk where my Android phone sat charging.

I heard the familiar engine roar loudly nearby as I unplugged my phone and hurried down the stairs.

As I opened my front door, Josh came pulling into the driveway in his black, Ford Mustang. I quickly locked up and then jogged my way toward the car, then hopped in.

He was wearing a green shirt with faded jeans.

We both leaned in, our lips meeting for a few moments as we kissed.

He unexpectedly pulled away from me.

I stared at him for a moment. "Are you okay?"

He gave a small smile. "Yeah―why?"

I shrugged. "Just making sure."

We backed out of my driveway and down Grant St, making a left on Rosemary Dr.

Most of the houses are very old here in Screamville as so many shrubs and trees filled a lot of the yards. This town looks depressing, like it isn't afraid to show the gloomy and horrible reputation it carries.

I was so lost in thought while we drove along Rosemary Dr. It wasn't until we came to a stop at the corner of the road when I got pulled out of my thoughts.

As we started to turn onto Riverview Ln, that's when I saw it.

My eyes widened.

There was a man on the side of a gas station who collapsed to his knees, covered in… blood.

No! No! No!

I was living my nightmare all over again.

I grabbed hold of Josh's arm. "Josh―pull over!"

He slammed on the breaks which caused a few horns to honk behind us. Then he snapped his attention to me, obviously confused.

"Hurry!" I screamed. "Pull over now―before he dies too!"

I could feel my entire body shake as I gripped Josh's arm. His eyes darted around while horns honked nonstop.

"I―I don't understand." He said, staring at me confusingly. "Who's hurt?"

Tears filled my eye and with a shaky hand I pointed to the blood covered man at the gas station―only he wasn't covered in blood. He was… painting… finger painting with reds and blues, pressing his fingers against the white canvas that stood on an easel. The usual poor man who spent so many days painting and selling his artwork here.

I looked at Josh who was already staring at me.

"I-I thought―I mean―he was covered in blood…" I trailed off.

It all crashed down on me, quickly realizing I imagined it. I really imagined it.

What's wrong with me?

Josh quickly focused back on the road, soon crossing Riverview Ln. and within a few minutes we were pulling into Scream High's parking lot.

We sat in the parked car in silence for a few moments.

"What was that?" he finally asked, not looking at me.

"I don't know." I quickly answered. "I thought I saw…"

"A man covered in blood?"

"I-I haven't had much sleep." I quickly said. "That's all―I just need sleep."

"Do you want me to take you home?"

I shook my head. "N-no―I'm fine―please don't say anything."

He sighed, looking at me. "Izzy―I know you don't know this―but your mom asked me and your friends to keep an eye on you. I have to tell her―"

"Josh," I snapped. "You can't―it will only worry her―worry her for nothing."


"You saw me all week." I said. "I've been fine, right?"

I know I've been fine―nothing like this has ever happened to me before.

He sighed again before nodding.

"I will go to sleep early tonight." I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Okay?"

"Alright." He gently held my hand. "But if anything like this happens again―don't keep it to yourself."

"I promise." I assured. "But it won't happen again. I just need to make sure to get more sleep."

Things will get better, they have to.

What I didn't know was that things would soon get worse, so much worse... in ways I could have never imagined.

Yeah, I know, its been awhile―a long while. I actually forgot about this story until I stumbled across a lot of my notes on it in one of my notebooks when cleaning out my closet so decided to type up some more of the story. I already have the third chapter planned and some of the fourth. Please review and let me know what you think. =)