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The big hand was on the twelve. It had been pitch black outside for almost three hours. Night fell over Haddonfield.
Meredith Clower opened her locker and hung her nurse's scrubs inside. Tired and drained from eleven hours of shift work at a hospital, she staggered to the door that led to the locker room.
The sister noticed the newspaper lying on a table. On the first page was written in very large and bold type: "Haddonfield trembles with serial killers!"
Meredith caught her breath for a moment, she had to think about her way home. It was very far and so.. so strange. Would she also fall into the hands of this murderer? She was afraid.
With a queasy feeling in her stomach, she left the locker room and finally the hospital. She walked through the night with short hasty steps. Your destination was the next bus stop.
The young woman kept looking around. She had been living in Haddonfield for two weeks now. Because Meredith wanted to stand on her own two feet, live her own life. But it was still very difficult for her to accept this position in Haddonfield, far away from her home and family.
The young sister was crossing a dark street when she heard a police siren from afar. She was shocked because she had never heard anything like it in her hometown.
Meredith's steps quickened. Suddenly she noticed a noise behind her, a strange noise. She immediately turned and stared energetically into the darkness. NOTHING. Nothing could be seen.
The young woman continued on her way, although she increased her pace a little. The stop was still about half a mile away. Meredith had to keep looking left and right.
Her pulse raced and suddenly footsteps sounded behind her. Normal pace, no running or sneaking, just normal steps.
The young woman was breathing heavily, but didn't have the courage to stop and turn around. The footsteps seemed to follow her.
She got goosebumps and tried to think of something nice. The footsteps quickened and sounded somehow menacing. Meredith picked up speed too, and fear rose in her.
The serial killer, that had to be this cruel serial killer. Meredith turned right. This was a detour, but maybe she would be able to lose the guy that way, but he also turned right and the footsteps got louder and faster.
Now the young woman was a bit panicked. She kept walking in the wrong direction and the area grew darker and darker. Nobody seemed to be on the street here.
Meredith glanced around without stopping and saw a dark shape that seemed about twenty yards away. Fear rose up in her and she just wanted to go home.
Stranger: "Excuse me miss, wait a minute!"
Meredith was startled because the guy, the killer, had spoken to her. So he was really chasing her! Now there was no longer any doubt about her theory. She didn't stop, increased her speed again and hoped to finally come to a busy main street.
Stranger: “Hello Miss?! Don't worry, don't worry!"
It was that serial killer, it had to be him. Meredith was absolutely sure... and he wanted to kill her. She sobbed.
The street got darker and dirtier. Not a soul was closed anywhere She was alone, alone with the killer. Meredith stopped. The footsteps continued to echo through the night, getting closer.
The young woman was breathing heavily, she could hardly breathe, and opened her purse.
The guy's outline was already visible. He got closer and closer. What the hell did he want from her?
He was standing directly in front of Meredith now, she could see his face and was shaking because she was terrified.
Stranger: "Maam, excuse me... one question!" But he was cut off abruptly. Blood poured from his mouth, he gurgled and gasped for air. His eyes were wide and bloodshot.
Meredith backed away a bit, pulling out a knife in the process his stomach, it was covered with blood. The man fell to his knees and finally collapsed dead.
Meredith was still terrified, sweat running down her cheeks. She stared at the dead man. "He wanted to kill me! Just like all the other bad guys People!"