• The Calling •

•The Killer• | 2

Moe said that when her mom talked to mine, my mom looked devastated and she wouldn't look Moe's mom in the eyes. She quickly agreed to taking care of me before throwing Ms. Angela's phone back at her and disappearing into her house.

Moe's mom was not happy about it, but thankfully she told me I can stay at her house for as long as I want if things turn awry.

I sigh and lean my head back, trying not to let the tears forming in my eyes fall. I finally fall asleep to the muffled sound of a spoiled chihuahua.

When I woke up, I was sweating. Again. For the past two weeks I've been suffering from bad dreams that I don't remember and it's starting to bother me. But thankfully, when I awoke, it was already time to land. I was so ready to leave, that I wasted no time running past the lady and her evil mutt.

Moe and Ms. Angela are just outside the airport, waving signs they probably just made in the parking lot. I chuckle and launch myself at the two, throwing my arms around them, letting them squeeze me.

"Ah, I've missed you so much sweetheart," Ms. Angela says, her dark curls suffocating me as she leans her head on top of mine, "you're still so beautiful."

When Ms. Angela finally backs away, Moe launches herself at me again and screams in my ear.

"Oh my god I've missed you SO much. Ridgetown is awful."

Ms. Angela rolls her eyes but doesn't disagree. Neither of them wanted to move here, but Ms. Angela needed financial support from her parents after her husband left her, so she moved them back home.

"Come," Moe pulls me away, "let's get out of here. There's a coffee place not too far away. We need to catch up."

And with that, Moe and her mom drag me and my luggage into their car.

•••

"So, Daisy. How do you feel? You know, about the move and everything," Moe hesitantly questions me, looking up at me with her dark eyes hiding behind her hot coffee.

I look at her, wondering if I should be honest.
"I'm scared. I don't know what kind of person my mom will be. It's like I'll be meeting someone new."

Moe nods and drifts into silence. I look out the window and at Ms. Angela, who is on another call and had to step out. She reminds me a lot of my father. They would've made a good couple.

I look at Moe with wide eyes as a thought comes to my head.
"Moe, what did you want to tell me on the phone?"
Moe looks up from her coffee and her eyes light up devilishly.

"Oh my god Daisy, you're going to hate this. So, remember when I said there's a serial killer on the loose in Everette?"

"Yeah," I rely slowly.

"Well, apparently the killer is only in Everette. So a bunch of like, high-level cops have to patrol the town 24/7. My friend told me it's like prison over there. But if you ask me, that's all bull. How can a killer stay in one place for so long?" Moe put a finger through her curly hair, twisting it.

"How long has the killer been loose?" I ask.

Moe looks up, widening her brown eyes, "it's been years, D."

I lean back in total shock. There's no way. And the killer hasn't killed in any other town? That's impossible. My detective instincts are kicking in. I've definitely watched too many crime shows for my own good.

Moe leans forward, "yeah, and the place is so locked up, when we drop you off...well, you'll see. Its pretty bad there."

I shake my head, having a hard time grasping the idea of a non-moving serial killer. But then something else comes to mind.

Is that why my mom was hesitant to bring me here? 

No.

That would be too easy of an out for her.

"Anyways," Moe continues, drawing my attention, "I know how much you love true crime, so I brought you this."

Moe hands me a newspaper and I read the front: Two children kidnapped from their home and a couple found dismembered in the woods in Everette.

I look at the picture beneath the title, tensing up. In the picture, the couples eyes are missing, half of their skulls are bashed in, their hearts torn out of their bodies, and their mouths broken from their jaws and left wide open in an inhuman position. I shudder and put the magazine in my shirt pocket.

This wont be a steady five months.

Thanks for reading, my lovely chickens❤️🐓✨