Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

It was a Sunday night and Veronica was sitting in bed trying to fall asleep but she couldn't. Veronica tossed and turned in her blankets and eventually couldn't handle it. She darted out of bed and ran to the house phone. She dialled the number- (330)-572-0999. Veronica listened to it ring for what seemed like hours. Someone picked up the phone, an unfamiliar voice she hadn't recognized. 
    "H-hello…" she shyly said. 
The voice to her sounded like a killer, and if she kept talking to him he would find her and stab her 17 times in the gut. Or hang her from a tree with her guts spilling out. Or maybe he would trap her in the basement and make her starve to death. A million thoguhts ran through her mind at that moment. Veronica screamed at the man and threw the phone as she watched it slide across the floor. Veronica ran her long skinny fingers through her red silky hair as she quietly walked up the stairs, a warm tear rolling down her cheek. She had layed back in her bed, turning her head every few minutes to see what time it was. 
   She sighed "3:40 A.M."
Veronica reached over to the table by her bed and found her brush. As a kid her mom would brush her hair to help her sleep. She took the brush through a small chunk of her knotted hair. As the brush moved through her hair she stared at her wall trying not to move hear head to much. Veronica started to sing to herself. Or what she thoguht was a song or even her singing to herself….