Deadly Secrets

Never Safe

"Can I see you for a minute, Sergeant?"

"What is it, Kirk?" Rachel asks, walking towards the back door.

"We found Harold lying dead in the field a few feet from his car."

"Dead?" she gasps.

"I'm sorry, Sergeant."

"How did he die?" she asks, trying to hold back the tears.

"We're not exactly sure since he doesn't seem to have any injuries."

"Get forensics to process the scene and make sure they know this is top priority."

"Yes, ma'me." Walking into the house, Rachel starts thinking about her dear friend's death. If I hadn't asked him to do me a favor he'd still be alive, she sniffles. She thinks back to all the happy times she and Joe had spent with his family. All the picnics, backyard BBQ, all the fun times in the park with their kids. She then recalled their last pre-holiday celebrations. That was so much fun, she smiles. Wiping the tears out of her eye, she walks back towards the Jenkins.

"You guys need to leave right now before someone else is killed."

"Before someone else is killed?" Abby alarmingly questions.

"Yes, the officer that was watching your house was found dead a few feet from his car."

"She's right Greg, we've got to pack up and go," Abby anxiously replies, turning towards her husband.

"I'll lose everything if I leave now."

"I think our lives are worth more than a few measly dollars, Greg."

"I have enough pension to pay the house off twice over," he quickly corrects.

"It's that much?"

"I've worked there since I was eighteen. If you and the kids can go somewhere safe for the night, I'll finish up and then we can leave."

"Just for the night, huh?" Rachel asks, trying to come up with a solution.

"That's all the time I'd need," Greg hopefully replies.

"Let me call the captain and see what I can do."

***

The Captain agreed to let the Jenkins stay in one of the safe houses for the night. He figured it was the least he could do after all they'd been through.

Abby felt so relieved now that they were out of the house like a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. For the first time in almost two weeks, she was finally able to get some much-needed rest. Feeling refreshed from a long nap, she started picking up the house. She'd just put the last of the toys away when she hears her daughter hopping down the stairs.

"Good morning sleeping beauty."

"It's not morning, silly," Lilly laughs, running over to the cookie jar.

"How about we eat a healthy snack instead?" Abby suggests. She started to grab a bowl from the fridge when the lights started flickering.

"I think your friends followed us," Abby laughs, closing the metal door.

"My friends wouldn't leave their home."

"Are you sure?"

"That's what they said," Lilly replies, grabbing a handful of chopped fruit from the bowl.

"Then how do you explain the lights?"

"I don't know," she answers, shoving a piece of apple in her mouth. Hearing a loud bang, Abby turns to see the kitchen window had shattered when it closed. She then sees the aperture's latch engage. Hearing a metallic click, she turns towards the door. She watches as its locks turn in place. Maybe they're on a timer, she reasons. Hearing voices coming from the front room, she quickly spins around. She sees an image from the TV reflecting in the mirror.

"Jack, is that you?" Abby nervously asks, quickly looking around.

"It's not Jack, Mommy," Lilly stutters, pointing towards a large dark figure lurching down the steps.

"Not again," she cries. Grabbing Lilly's hand, she runs for the back door. She sees the deadbolt turn in place.

"You're not going to trap us in here!" she screams, struggling to turn the lock. No matter how hard she tried to spin it around, the brass plating wouldn't budge.

"The front door mommy, the front door," Lilly exclaims, tugging on her mommy's arm. Grabbing a hold of her child's small hand, Abby starts running through the house. She'd only made it a couple of feet when she realizes the hallway is completely engulfed in flames. Turning around, she runs back towards the kitchen. She sees it too is now enveloped in flames. Frightened, Abby glances up the stairs. I'd much rather take a chance with that than with this, she thinks. Scooping Lilly in her arms, she dashes up the steps.

"You can run but you can't hide," a deep eerie voice laughs. Screaming, Abby runs to the first windows and quickly pulls it up. She sees heavy bars running lengthwise across its outside surface.

"You're trapped, Abby, trapped. The haunting voice says, from somewhere above them. She runs to the second room and then the third, finding each of the windows the same.

"The police can't save you this time, Abby." The creepy voice laughs.

Running to the doorway, she glances down the hall, she sees flames shooting up the stairs. Looking down she notices Lilly trembling by her side. Glancing back over, Abby realizes the flames are getting closer.

"Come on," Abby orders," dragging Lilly down the hall. Tripping over her daughter's feet, Abby plummets towards the ground. Adam flies out of her hands, as she hits the floor.

"My baby," she cries, quickly crawling towards the distressed infant, wildly flailing around.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," she cries, gently rocking him back and forth.

"Mommy, look," Lilly says, pointing down the hall. Abby sees the flames have made it to the top of the stairs.

"Welcome to Hell Abby," the frightening voice announces, chuckles louder than before.

"Run, Lilly run!" she orders, pushing her daughter down the hall. Reaching the furthest room in the house, she quickly closes the door.

***

Greg was on his way back to work, ready to pull an all-nighter. Ten hours of uninterrupted work and we'll be out of here for good, he thinks, turning the radio on. He started to change the station when an announcer interrupts the music.

"This just in; there was a residential fire in Springdale's historical division. This deadly blaze killed three people that were trapping inside.The cause of the fire is still unknown. The police aren't releasing any further information until the family's been notified. How awful, he sighs, sliding around a sharp S curve. I need to slow this bad boy down a bit, he thinks. He presses on his brakes, his foot goes straight to the floor. Panicking, he starts pumping the pedal, hoping that would help. No matter how many times he pushed down, he couldn't build up any pressure.

"Not now," he screams, fishtailing it around another sharp curve. He throws the car into second gear, the engine wails in response. Bracing himself he grabs the emergency brake and quickly pulls it up. The handle moves with his hand, but the car didn't stop. He then realizes he didn't feel tension when he pulled on the lever. Glancing towards the handle he sees it's in the right position.

"Not you too," he cries, throwing the car into first gear. Glancing towards the road he realizes the vehicle is headed over the cliff.

"No!" he screams, as his car plummets down the steep terrain.