The SouthBay Murderer

Chapter 1

I began walking quicker as I got the feeling I was being watched, water splashing around my feet. I move my fluffy brown hair out of my eyes as I look behind me.

I knew my town was dangerous, which is why I typically don't go out this late. I was working on a project for my 1st graders but I got carried away and lost track of time.

So here I am, basically sprinting home in fear of being murdered. The town I've lived in my whole life, SouthBay, is a dangerous place. There is a group of murderers that run the place. They kill whoever gets in their way as well as kill people, even children, just for the thrill of it.

I have always been terrified of dying, especially to the hands of a murder. I have no choice but to be paranoid because I know if I get attacked I have no chance.

I'm just small town George. Small, simple, 1st grade teacher, George. I have no muscle, I'm essentially a twig. If one of the murderers wanted to, they could snap me in half.

So that's why I break into a full on dash as I approach my house. I slam the large dark oak door shut and lock the door. I have about 5 separate locks on my door, like I said, I'm paranoid.

I rest my forehead on the door as I take a few deep breaths, not realizing how low on oxygen I was due to fear. I stepped into my small apartment kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.

As I gulp down the ice cold liquid, I stare out the window looking at the empty sidewalks, the only movement being the trees swaying in the wind. I may be paranoid, but everyone in my town knows not to go out after dark. It's practically a death wish.

God, I can't believe I was out that late. I walk away from the window and head towards my small bathroom. As I step onto the cold yellow tile, I get a strange feeling, like someone was watching me.

I brush off the feeling as I run the cool water from the silver tap. I watch as the water falls into my hands, sending chills through my back.

I splash the water on my face, instantly relaxing. However I still have an eerie feeling. My gut is telling me something is wrong but I ignore it. I have work tomorrow.

I dry my face off and quickly brush my teeth. Before I leave the bathroom I look in the mirror. I smile at myself.

Ew.

I stop smiling as I shift my pose, trying to find a more flattering angle. How would anyone ever love me when I look like this? As well as me being paranoid?

I look one more time into my chocolate brown eyes before I sigh and flip off the light. I shuffle my way into my cozy bedroom. I slowly approach the window and peek out behind the dark gray curtains. I don't see anyone, but the murderers are quite stealthy.

From what I have seen on the news, they mainly wear black and some sort of smiley symbol? I'm not quite sure, all I know is it makes me sick to think about.

I close the curtains and peek out my bedroom door to make sure all the locks are properly closed.

I sigh as I lay down in my bed, pulling the light blue covers over me. I roll over onto my side and turn off the light.

'Another day alive' I think to myself. I close my eyes and take a much needed breath.

Hopefully I'll be alive when I wake up.

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Shorter chapter to begin with, i just have to set it up. also this is only my second story ever so bare with me :)

anyway

SHEEEEESH

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