Jennifer: THERE WAS SOMEONE ELSE OUT THERE! I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU ALL THE INFORMATION YOU NEEDED TO KNOW! WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND DETECTIVE? WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME!?



Detective Pleasant: I understand its hard Jennifer...first Tiffany now your other classmate....but as far as it looks, this is what the case seems to be turning out to look like.

Jennifer: No...No..Jason wouldn't do that...he wouldnt.

Detective Pleasant: Killers act on fear, Lies, and Deception. You have to leave this to the professionals.

Jennifer: Jason's not a killer. HE'S NOT!

Detective Pleasant: how do you know that? huh?

Jennifer: I-I-

Detective Pleasant: My point exactly..Thank you for your time.

Jennifer: Thats it? huh?



Detective Pleasant: He killed himself of the guilt and pressure of killing Tiffany...Might I remind you Jennifer, she was stabbed 13 times, her right hand missing and not to mention her eyes plucked out..If that doesnt sound like a killer to you Ms.Gavins you've got problems. The knife had his hand prints all over it. The same knife that was used of the murder of Tiffany Hillson....the prints of the knife match exactly. He hung himself and stabbed himself....a sick lunatic killer...guilt Ms.Gavins....guilt. How can one live with themselves after commiting such a crime like this one.

Jennifer: No....I refuse to believe it. He wouldnt do such a thing...you didnt know him like we did..

Detective Pleasant: OH is that right Ms.Gavins? I didnt know your friends like you did? Would this happen to be the same friend that had an affair with your other best friend? Your best friend you know so well that you didnt even know an affair was taking place? The same friends that hid secrets and lies from you. Would that be the same friends? Let me give you some advice kiddo.....I said it once and i'll say it again..Leave this to the professionals. I didnt graduate at the top of my academy for nothing. Am good at my job its what I do best. An officer can escort you out until your ride arrives, Now GOODNIGHT.

(Jennifer stood up to meet Detective Pleasant face to face. She eyed her and made her way to the door. Jennifer grabbed the door handle and pulled open but before she made her way out she eyed back at the Detective and called out for her)

Jennifer: I already knew you good at your job....I just didn't know you were such a bitch.

OUTSIDE

Jennifer rumbled through her mind of everything that had taken place. Was there really a killer in Woodsberry and if it were true what and who were behind these attacks and why? A shiver ran up her spine and made her cringe.



(Then Taylor pulled up and ran out of his truck with open arms)



(Jennifer began to cry and mutter)

Taylor: Am here baby...am here

YASIMES HOUSE



She washed her body away from the tears and pain. But most of all she tried to wash away the fear that lurked beneath her. The same fear that made her unable to sleep at night.

(Then the power went off)



Yasmine: DAMMIT!

She tried not to let fear run through her mind but as much as she tried to block it she couldnt.

(Suddenly the power switched back on.)

Yasmine! A all to familar voice called out.

Yasmine Honey it was just the power. Her mom called from the other side of the door. Yasmine got dressed and as soon as she was opening her bathroom door the phone began to go off.

Yasmine picked up. Only to hear Sasha on the other end.



Sasha: How you holding up?

Yasmine: Am okay...everything is just all a little too much...ya know?

Sasha: Its so weird. The town is having a 24 hour patrol system in all the area for extra precaution..and not to mention an earlier curfew 9'Oclock.

Then she heard something outside her window. Yasmine didnt respond..leaving a silence on the phone line between her and Sasha.



Sasha: Yasmine! Hello...Yasmine! Are you there???

Yasmine: Yea hold up a sec...

Yasmine crept forward to peek through the window. She looked through not seeing anything. She quickly pulled her curtains down.

Yasmine: Sorry...I thought I heard a weird noise..

Sasha: Is everything okay?

Yasmine: Yea...I'ma call it a night Sasha...Talk to you tommorow..nite.

Yasmine remembered her bathroom window she had left open and quickly ran to shut it. She locked it and peeked through the window. All she could see and hear were the trees and crickets. She quickly pulled the curtains down. It was bad enough her family lived out in woods were there private estate was located at.



She entered her room to find a vase on her small white table. A vase that was not there a moment ago. She had never owned a vase like this before nor has she ever seen one particulary like this.



She walked over to it slowly. Her eyes focused only on the vase. She uncovered the antique vase. She gasped, inside the vase was a hand. A hand that belong to a girl she once knew. A hand that had been missing at a crime scene. A hand that belong to another. Inside it was a small red piece of paper and in black sharpie writing wrote SURPRISE...



Yasmine quickly turned around with fear..The window that she had shut was open with a draft breezing through....someone was there. Someone had been in there with her...someone was watching... She screamed and headed towards the door. All she could think about was the killer...the killer who had been watching her................