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Authors: Sean Platt
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She counted backwards from 100, waiting for sleep to claim her, and hoping no nightmares waited.
**
Saturday, October 27
9:04 a.m.
Noella woke to an eerie stillness, as the crust of her dreams continued to crumble.
It felt like Randy was gone from the house, which on a Saturday morning meant something really bad had probably happened. Maybe he got called in to help on her case.
Noella rubbed her eyes and massaged her temples. Her skin was damp and clammy. She pulled the covers over her head, turned toward the wall, and replayed the nightmares, real and imagined of the past 24 hours.
Her head was throbbing. She reached to her nightstand, popped the cap off her pills and took one, praying it would work today.
She forced herself to get out of bed, and do something, anything, to get her mind to stop thinking on everything. She brushed her teeth, showered, got dressed in a tee shirt and sweats, and headed downstairs to find Josie and see how she was.
Josie was sitting in the living room, Kindle in her hand, but eyes on the TV news.
Why is the news on this late on a Saturday?
“Did you know this girl?” her aunt asked, eyes fixed on the TV. The news flashed a picture of Katie Blanchard with the words “AURORA FALLS SLASHER VICTIM 13?”
The weekend anchorwoman, Colleen Shaw, stared gravely into the camera, asking the reporter on the scene, Shane Billings, to update the audience.
“School officials are shocked at the discovery of Katie Blanchard’s body this morning in front of Aurora Falls High School. Groundskeepers found her body at 7 a.m., and immediately alerted the police. While Public Information Officer Timothy Bilson has not yet confirmed that Katie is a victim of the slasher, sources tell us that a note from the slasher was found on the girl’s body.”
“Why aren’t they releasing more information?” Colleen asked.
“The Sheriff’s Office is saying that they’ll release more details at a noon press conference.”
“This is believed to be the first child victim of the Aurora Falls Slasher, right?” Colleen asked Shane.
“Yes, the victim was 16. The Slasher’s youngest known victim prior to today was 35, so as you can guess, the Sheriff’s Office is very concerned, and wants to rule out that this could be a copycat type murder.”
“Did you know her?” Josie asked again.
Noella’s voice was a prisoner in her throat. She took a long horrible stride backward.
No, it can’t be.
No.
Josie repeated, “Did you know her?”
How is this possible?
Noella took another step back and lost herself to another whimper. Then she swallowed hard and said, “Yes, I knew her.”
Josie turned from the screen, then stared into the horror of Noella’s face. “Oh my God, honey, are you alright?”
Noella started to cry. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
How did I know Katie was dead? Did I see it actually happening?
Was I actually there?
Josie jumped from the couch and ran to Noella’s side, hugging her tight and telling her everything would be fine. Noella stared at nothing, letting Josie believe she was mourning a fellow student’s loss rather than her own sanity.
**
Noella felt like a ghost, simply going through the motions as she sat at the breakfast table, poking her eggs with a fork and an absence of appetite.
Josie entered the kitchen, dressed in her smock and ready for work. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay alone?”
“Of course,” Noella nodded. “I’m fine.”
Josie smiled at Noella, as though she knew exactly how untrue that actually was, then pulled Noella into a giant hug. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t go in, but they’re already shorthanded and I can’t call in on such short notice. You’re still owed a birthday,” she said. “I haven’t forgotten. I’ll be home by 4 and we can hit the Olive Garden. How’s that sound?”
That was almost enough to make Noella smile. She loved The Olive Garden, but Randy hated it. The last time she’d asked to go,
**
Saturday, October 27
9:04 a.m.
Noella woke to an eerie stillness, as the crust of her dreams continued to crumble.
It felt like Randy was gone from the house, which on a Saturday morning meant something really bad had probably happened. Maybe he got called in to help on her case.
Noella rubbed her eyes and massaged her temples. Her skin was damp and clammy. She pulled the covers over her head, turned toward the wall, and replayed the nightmares, real and imagined of the past 24 hours.
Her head was throbbing. She reached to her nightstand, popped the cap off her pills and took one, praying it would work today.
She forced herself to get out of bed, and do something, anything, to get her mind to stop thinking on everything. She brushed her teeth, showered, got dressed in a tee shirt and sweats, and headed downstairs to find Josie and see how she was.
Josie was sitting in the living room, Kindle in her hand, but eyes on the TV news.
Why is the news on this late on a Saturday?
“Did you know this girl?” her aunt asked, eyes fixed on the TV. The news flashed a picture of Katie Blanchard with the words “AURORA FALLS SLASHER VICTIM 13?”
The weekend anchorwoman, Colleen Shaw, stared gravely into the camera, asking the reporter on the scene, Shane Billings, to update the audience.
“School officials are shocked at the discovery of Katie Blanchard’s body this morning in front of Aurora Falls High School. Groundskeepers found her body at 7 a.m., and immediately alerted the police. While Public Information Officer Timothy Bilson has not yet confirmed that Katie is a victim of the slasher, sources tell us that a note from the slasher was found on the girl’s body.”
“Why aren’t they releasing more information?” Colleen asked.
“The Sheriff’s Office is saying that they’ll release more details at a noon press conference.”
“This is believed to be the first child victim of the Aurora Falls Slasher, right?” Colleen asked Shane.
“Yes, the victim was 16. The Slasher’s youngest known victim prior to today was 35, so as you can guess, the Sheriff’s Office is very concerned, and wants to rule out that this could be a copycat type murder.”
“Did you know her?” Josie asked again.
Noella’s voice was a prisoner in her throat. She took a long horrible stride backward.
No, it can’t be.
No.
Josie repeated, “Did you know her?”
How is this possible?
Noella took another step back and lost herself to another whimper. Then she swallowed hard and said, “Yes, I knew her.”
Josie turned from the screen, then stared into the horror of Noella’s face. “Oh my God, honey, are you alright?”
Noella started to cry. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
How did I know Katie was dead? Did I see it actually happening?
Was I actually there?
Josie jumped from the couch and ran to Noella’s side, hugging her tight and telling her everything would be fine. Noella stared at nothing, letting Josie believe she was mourning a fellow student’s loss rather than her own sanity.
**
Noella felt like a ghost, simply going through the motions as she sat at the breakfast table, poking her eggs with a fork and an absence of appetite.
Josie entered the kitchen, dressed in her smock and ready for work. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay alone?”
“Of course,” Noella nodded. “I’m fine.”
Josie smiled at Noella, as though she knew exactly how untrue that actually was, then pulled Noella into a giant hug. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t go in, but they’re already shorthanded and I can’t call in on such short notice. You’re still owed a birthday,” she said. “I haven’t forgotten. I’ll be home by 4 and we can hit the Olive Garden. How’s that sound?”
That was almost enough to make Noella smile. She loved The Olive Garden, but Randy hated it. The last time she’d asked to go,
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