Romance of One

PREFACE

She was running out of the cold from a figure emerging from the shadows. She couldn't quite make out what she saw. The darkness surrounded her from every angle. Like a dream, except this time, everything was real. She had already tripped about twice but this third time, she was unable to recover. The next thing she saw was something she would have never thought she would see. The most terrifying thing in the world. And it was coming for her with no intention on stopping   

CHAPTER ONE

The morning began like any other ordinary morning. Jake woke up and felt the ice cold floor beneath his feet. It didn't help that his whole house had wood florring, everything but the stairs for some reason. So he had no choice but to put his house shoes on, then he walked to the bathroom, undressed, and jumped into the shower. Come to find out that the water streaming from the shower head was as cold as ice. It took him about ten minutes in total to get in and out of the shower. As soon as he dried off, he went downstairs to the kitchen. 

Something wasn't right. More like something was unusual. It was colder in the kitchen than any other room in the house. He looked all around, even at the temperature guage, his mind was blank. He then looked to his left, but just slightly. He finally figured out what was wrong with the kitchen. His back door was flung right open. No broken glass or force of any sort. It was just open. Simple as that. Or was it so simple?

He jumped at the sound of footsteps in his house. They weren't his. "Who else could be in my house?", he thought. He hadn't givin an extra key to anyone, he posessed the only key. He was scared to look around the corner to discover what had been in his house, only to discover that nothing was there.

He never thought of himself to be the one to hallucinate about things this dangerous or to hullicinate at all. Had he just been dreaming? Had he not fully woken up and was sleep walking while in the middle of a crazy nightmare? He could not come to an understanding of exactly what he had seen. The only tricky part is, he had saw nothing of any sort. What was it? At that thought he froze. He had heard those footsteps again; only they were right behind him. A chill had run through his entire body from the tips of his toes to the static in his hair. He had refused to turn around. He felt a cold empty-hearted whisper in the center of his freezing eardrum. Terrified as he was, he turned. What he saw was the impossible image to which was impossible for him to be witnessing.

At that moment, he had seen a human leg. It was bloody and all out of sorts with it's lining. He peeked his eyes around the corner and there he saw it. A slughtered body lying on his floor. He had been so shocked that he backed into the china cabinet three feet behind him. Not only was it a slaughtered body, he had known the person very well. It was Michael Bagwell. Jake had just spoken to him the night about their annual trip. Every year he and Michael would take a trip to anywhere in the world. They had planned to go to Peru. All plans died when michael was murdered. 

When Jake collected his thoughts back a few minutes later, he phoned the police. He had told them what had happened, all but the hearing a voice. They said that his home was under investigation so he and his fiance had to leave the house for at least 72 hours. Jake had gathered some of their clothes and drove the hour and a half to his mother-in-law's house in the country.