Two weeks [Closed]

[Woe_Foe]

Name: Natalie Crowe
Age: 18
Height: 5'4
Appearance

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Mere two days ago, I had finally reached the age of adulthood. Most families would make it a pretty big deal, but not mine. Well, they did celebrate the day, don't get me wrong, but they didn't let me live it out as an adult. I swear, it was like I was still a kid to them. Both my mother and father traveled a whole lot; both of them being powerful business owners. We were pretty well off - enough that they were able to afford a beautiful, large home in a relatively rural area. We were a twenty minute drive from the city but it didn't seem to matter, as the land was pretty beautiful. I mean, how many other girls had a large gate covering a hill, which led to a four-floor home? Not only did my parents make some pretty decent money, but my dad had a lot invested into the stock market; and luckily, he knew what to invest on and what to stay clear from.

However, as much as they were smothering me, I was excited to hear that they would be going away for two whole weeks. I pretended to be sad - but inside, I was extatic. This could be my opportunity to finally invite my friends. Maybe even drink? Finally, when the day came, I waved my parents off as they got inside their car and wasted no time calling my favorite people in the world. Luckily, they were all as eager as me and got to my place in less than three hours after the departure of my folks. Drinks in hand, Jamie, Melissa, Emily, Alex and Richard showed up. And so, the party was on.

As close as they were to me, they didn't know that I was inexperienced sexually. And so, when they would be talking about such things, I would smile and nod; having no idea in the world of what they were going on about. Was sex really all that great that they couldn't talk about anything else? Later that night, I thought I would find out. By 9 PM, we had begun drinking and the alcohol was definitely having its toll on me. Alex was affected too, I think. The entire night, we were talking and his hand would sometimes slide to my thigh, giving it a slight squeeze as we spoke. At one part of the evening, I was sitting on his lap,with him whispering me to about what a great ass I had. And so, you could imagine my disappointment when they all left around 11 PM.

And so, now I was here. All alone. Four floors with not a living soul in it, besides me.

"Well...now what?" I asked myself out load, as I examined the little mess we made in the living room on the first floor.

 

[Se7en_]

He was a middle aged handsome young man, though his features were rough, his evil grin never leaving his lips, he was still quite a sight, with strong broad shoulders, muscular arms and chest, he even had six pack abs to complete his tough looks.

Most of the ladies would consider him very attractive, the type of the 'badboy' that gets their juices flowing. His eyes, cold and deep, made women weak in the knees,. Of course they would be more cold in the knees as they figure he is a psychopath, and not just that, he happened to be a serial killer, but not of the boring type, he only killed women by mistake as a result of too rough sexual abuse or torture, a few of his victims were lucky enough to make it out alive after his rough treatment to them.

He had managed to make his way out of jail, killing three prisoners and two guards as he made a run for it. He knew they would be after him, they would be insane to let him go after murdering more than two dozen women, raping another five who managed to get out alive and then five more people on his way to what he hopes wouldn't be a short-lived freedom. He was hungry for young pussy to sample, for young flesh to torture, and for a delicate innocent girl to torment into despair.

His running had gotten him into a rural area, in the distance he saw a huge house with strong lights and loud music could be heard.... He knew it would be a party and decided to sneak in the vicinity of the house and watch. A party meant young girls, and young girls meant fun for him. He sneaked in; his skills were intact after the three years he spent in prison. Dressed in all black and moving like a leopard, too quiet and too cautious as he looks through one of the windows seeing four girls and two guys. He frowns as he didn't want to fight six people, more if there were others he couldn’t see yet.

Bored out of his mind and his manhood hard in his pants as he watches and hears the scantily clad females, he decides to move away and wait for the party to end, and he could grab one of the girls on her way home or assault the house if two people or one person was home. His hunger for a girl didn't completely take his mind off his hunger for food as his stomach growled, not having a single crumb of bread since the escape over twenty hours ago, even a few hours earlier since lunch, he was basically starving, even more as he saw them sampling all kinds of food and throwing some away, he was drooling and wanted to enter at that moment to smack them around for throwing food away like that, but he restrained himself, despite his strength, fighting six people will not end in his win, unless the two guys were total wimps, and he never took a risk as one of the guys was big. He knew he could overpower any man one on one, but not six people.

He waits till the party is over and is disappointed as all of the guys and girls leave in two cars and at the same time making it impossible to assault them. However, the host seems to have stayed at home, 'but is she alone?', he asks himself as he slips inside from one of the open windows and sneaks his way in. As shrewd as he was, home invasion was one of his strongest skills. He knew how to walk in and then out undetected. He explores the huge house, almost a palace in its size and the luxuries inside.

His hearing and his eye sight were out of this world as he kept his senses ready. The knife he took from the kitchen ready in hand. When he makes sure the house is empty, save for the one girl who is soon to be a damsel in distress, he finds the control panel for security and hacks it, overriding it and taking control, he disables the land-line, and locks all the doors, even the girl's keys won't be effective now after this security override. The only thing that remains is her cell phone, but he wasn’t planning to give her a chance to use it.

He grins as he thinks the real party will start now. He moves around the second floor finding a vase. He throws it down the stairs and hides in a dark room, in a place she won't bother to look. As a psycho, part of the fun was scaring the victim to death before showing himself, and he was planning exactly that, to torment her mentally before he torments her physically. He just waited in the darkness knowing he most probably won't be detected.

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[Woe_Foe]

I sighed, as I slowly grasped at all the wrappers that were on the floor, along with some the now empty liquor bottles. I was contemplating the idea of simply crashing down on one of the couches and going to sleep, but there were two things stopping me from doing so. One; I couldn't rest knowing that there was a huge mess surrounding me. Two; I was honestly scared of being by myself during this time of night. Even when I was younger, I hated the night mainly because any noise would wake me up and terrify me. There was no reason for that, considering that no one had ever broken in. Still...

Placing everything into one garbage bag, I take a breather and pick up the phone, ready to dial Jamie's number. I stop myself, knowing that they're probably not home just yet. I drop the receiver and pace myself around the room. I wasn't ready to go to sleep yet and figure I could use some television to calm me down. Just then, I received a text from Alex and I smile, my fingers pushing each of the keys to formulate a response. I could go throw the bag away, but it was late. And dark. It could wait for the morning.

And so, I take the remote control and switch the grand TV on, the light practically blinding me now that it was the only source. The discovery channel was playing some sort of marathon on the late 17th century. A snooze-fest if I ever saw one. My right hand then reaches out for the coffee table, placing my cellphone right on there, in case Alex texts me back.

However, as I was about to doze off, I heard a rather loud noise upstairs. Immediately jump up from the sofa, carefully looking over to the staircase. With my heart doing back flips, I had to ask myself whether or not I should call 911. But how could someone break in, from there? It didn't make any sense. That said, slowly, I crept out of the couch and made my way, slowly, up every step. It seemed to me that whatever it was, it came from the second floor. And so, here I was in the hallway, looking for a light-switch.

 

[Se7en_]

He was still lurking in the shadows as he saw the girl holding her cell, sending texts and so on, the huge TV, loud volume and more or less no lights were on, helped him move around. Apparently she liked loud TV and little light for maximum entertainment.

His eyes were fixed on her cell phone, the last of her possible methods to get out of this mess. Even if she did call the police he would molest her, rape her, and kill her then get the hell out before any annoying do-gooders arrive on the scene. The house was simply that far from the city. Of course being rich and having multiple sports and luxury cars under their disposal, her family didn’t care whether they were far away from civilization or not.

This would be a blessing usually, to be away from noise and pollution, but in poor little Natalie’s case, it will be one hell of a curse. He watched a little and then threw the vase down the stairs knowing it would either make her jump to call 911 at which case he would do it the old fashioned and dirty way forcing him to dispose of her for being such a wimp, or he would go around her downstairs to sabotage her last chance at being saved if she decides to investigate.

He watched and listened from the other end of the hallway as he saw her make up her mind to investigate thinking “bad choice sexy”………. He felt her coming close to where the vase fell. He waited till she was close and then went around quickly, and down the other set of stairs to where she was sitting playing with her cell-phone. He had only been in that huge mansion for a few minutes but had already memorized all the possible routes.

As he stood over her cellphone, he grinned and rather than taking it, he opened the cover, slipped the SIM card out and put it down as if nothing had happened, however he did make sure to turn the volume on the TV much higher before hiding in a nearby room to attract her attention to another lifeless being acting on its own.

He was having way more fun than anyone would guess, this psychological torture he was doing and going to continue with her was only starting, and to him it was probably more fun than raping her…. He raised his eyebrow, chuckled in a barely audible sound, and thought to himself “no, its not THAT fun, nothing is more fun than raping a lovely little girl, but scaring her half to death is a close second”.

With those thoughts he waited in the storeroom close to the kitchen to watch her next moves, silently, moving under the cover of darkness. He had locked all the doors and windows when he had overridden the security system in the mansion, making any attempt at escaping like that an impossibility. Something else that would usually be a blessing under normal circumstances ended up being a curse on poor Natalie trapping her in her own house with a sadistic psycho with a knack for tormenting little girls.

 

[Woe_Foe]

Alas, I managed to find the light-switch, with my wandering stumbling along the walls. And so, imagine my surprise as along the distance of the hallway, I gazed upon a broken vase. Fear then struck me, as for one, my mom and dad would skin me for this. Secondly, no one was upstairs...so how did it break? Nervously, I looked around me and saw nothing. "Maybe a breeze?" I thought to myself, going over to a nearby window, though noticed that it was closed. I gave myself the benefit of the doubt; maybe there's just enough of a crack somewhere to allow some wind, enough to knock over the old vase?

I jumped, hearing the television getting louder and louder, as if someone was playing the volume control. I practically ran downstairs, my panicked state of mind taking over and saw nothing out of the ordinary...other than the volume being maxed out. The remote was not where I had placed it last, and as I toned it down, I immediately thought of calling someone. I picked up my cellphone and that's when I really began to panic; my list of numbers was gone. Everything in my phone seemed deleted. And so, I discovered that the SIM card was missing.

"What the hell?" I say to myself, running over the land line phone and picked up the receiver; just to hear silence. It wasn't working. Adrenaline pumping into my veins, I thought of running outside. If I was calm, I would think of such a thing as an idiotic choice of action; but now, I just wanted to get out of here. And so...the doorknob was stuck. It was as if I locked from the inside.

Something wasn't right.

 

[Se7en_]

Standing in the storeroom, he couldn’t see much, but he could hear the small girl running down the stairs, her heels clicking on the cold ground no doubt heading for the TV. Over the course of a few seconds, the volume was going down till he no longer heard that loud ruckus caused by that boring marathon “The fuck is she thinking watching that shit? Girls these days!” He shook his head as he thought about the show she was watching on discovery.

Moments later he heard her heels clicking again heading to the phone in the kitchen, his heart was racing, probably as fast as hers was. Only her heart was beating in fear as his heart beat in excitement as he struggled to control himself and not jump her and take her at that moment, but the night was far too young for him to make his grand entrance yet. She could use some more terrifying moments as she was for all intents and purposes a prisoner of her own home until he decides to let her go or take her somewhere else. That last course of action seemed very appealing to him as he grinned. His grin becoming wider as he heard her put the receiver back down hard, and then her heels clicking to the front door which was locked by his action.

Everything seemed under his control, so he took deep breaths to calm himself and force himself to stay there wanting the reality of her being stuck in her own home to sink in. He had no plans to make a move for at least half an hour more. He wanted her to think and calculate and get more and more scared as he toyed with her some more, and then maybe feel safe again when nothing else happens for some time. She might think it was a burglar and he took what he took and got the hell out putting the volume on high to distract her while he made a run for it. He thought she might rationalize that thought when things go back to normal temporarily.

He could no longer hear her just imagining her feelings now as the cold fingers of fear squeezed her heart. First a broken vase, TV’s volume getting louder on its own, remote jumping from the coffee table to the sofa, SIM card sliding out of her phone, land line dead, and all entrances locked. It was one hell of an assault on her emotions and he was savoring every moment of it hoping she doesn’t decide to look for whoever was doing this, if only to extend her fear of the unknown longer before it becomes ‘fear of the known’.

 

[Woe_Foe]

And so, for the next few minutes, I found myself in a daze; I was struck with this unbearable feeling of impending doom and paced around aimlessly in the house. I check the two other land-line phones in the house - each one of them dead as the last. I considered shouting to the outside world; as ineffective as it might have been, you have to realize that when you're that scared, you don't start to ponder on common sense anymore. I was running on fumes, as someone must have broke in. I mean, the vase itself could be explained. But the TV? My cell phone? I was superstitious enough to believe that my place was haunted.

I thought of running upstairs...and I did. I attempted to open every single window on the second, third and even forth floor, in a vain attempt to escape this place. But alas, each one of them was shut tight. I had no way out of here, by the looks of things. I glanced to the attic, and thought of perhaps, trying to go through there. There wasn't a window, from what I remember, but it was worth a shot. I stopped myself dead on my tracks though; for all I knew, there was some murderer hiding in there.

I slowly began to return downstairs. On my way, I would turn on and off every electronic appliance I had. For some reason, the appliances were fine. Maybe the controls were going haywire? I mean, it's happened before (though not to this extent). That's when I began to calm down and think that by tomorrow morning, the security company would be back here and fixing our system. I didn't completely accept this theory, but it sure did beat the idea that someone was hiding in my house. That said, I headed downstairs to watch some television. That ought to calm me down.

 

[Se7en_]

He was still sitting in the storeroom enjoying his time a great deal as he heard her heels click. She was obviously going upstairs for some reason. He sneaked out and climbed to the top floor making sure to avoid running into her as she moved around the house looking for some possible escape attempt which should prove to be an exercise in futility. He had personally seen to that with some clever use of his expertise in electronics and security systems.

As he watched her finally give up and go downstairs to watch TV, he thought she probably decided no one broke in and found some stupid theory to explain the things that had happened or she thought whoever broke in was out already. Either one was wrong, he grinned as he moved to the second and then the third floor exploring again and thinking of some more ways to terrify her.

He finally came up with the perfect little trick. He planned it out and then waited for a few more minutes to give her time to calm down and think she’s safe. Around ten minutes after she had decided to start watching TV, he entered one of the bathrooms there and he started the water in the shower, hung a large male coat from the shower tray, and then closed the door, but obviously not locked it as he would remain outside that bathroom.

From behind the curtain, it would look like someone is using the shower. He stepped out of the bathroom thinking of a way to draw her attention to the crazy person who broke in and off all things was taking a shower in her house!!!!

He almost laughed at his insane idea as he started some loud music in the room nearby and then went to hide in the third floor in a spot that allows him to see the corridor in front of that bathroom and bedroom very clearly. “I am getting bored with toying with her like this, so will only pull a couple more stunts on her, and then make my grand entrance”….. He thought as he waited for her to come investigate what was going on.