wavering badly, throat burning from withholding a downfall of tears.
“Hi Laura, is everything okay? Has something else happened?” he seemed calm, but suspected trouble.
“Yes, I got another note and this time it read- 'Did you really think Dr Anderson was behind this. Or stupid little brats. Guess again blondie'. Then he called and threatened to kill me at midnight tonight.”
“That's in fifteen minutes.” Officer Thompson palmed his forehead and immediately regretted that outburst as it would more than likely add more anxiousness to the young lady in peril. “I mean, okay, how exactly did he threaten you?”
“He must have seen me go into the library and get a romance novel, asked if I like romance novels, then read me a poem. Something like roses are red, violets are blue, at midnight tonight I am going to butcher you . I'm terrified,” it couldn't be contained any longer, Laura wept down the telephone line, struggling to maintain composure. She felt warm, sticky and congested from the stream of tears.
“Okay, okay, calm down,” he soothed.
“CALM DOWN?! He can see me, and he has been in the castle, he left a note on the bed, and he will kill me!” She wailed hysterically.
Tears glided down her scrunched up face as she began to think of the people she may never see again. A flash of faces and places played out in Laura's mind.
“No, I won't let that happen, I am sending out a patrol car now, it should be with you in twenty minutes,” he promised with a stern voice.
“But I only have fifteen!” she was completely panic-stricken.
“That's why I need you to do something for me, I need you to go get Toby, and he will take you to the panic room on the top floor of the main tower.”
“A pa-” Laura was pleased to hear that, but rudely cut off.
“Don't say it! There is a chance he can hear you speaking, and we don't need to alert him to the panic room. But yes, there is one and no one can get in unless you let them, okay? And Toby knows the code. So get him, tell him what's been going on, and tell him the police are on their way but it will take a while, so you need to hide in the panic room. Understand?” he sounded firm, full of authority.
“Yes, but what if he is waiting for me in the halls?” goosebumps crawled on the nape of her neck at that prospect.
“Okay. Is there anything in the room you can use as a weapon, just in case?”
A weapon?! I can barely fight teenage girls at school, let alone a full grown psychotic man!
“Erm.....only candlesticks...” Laura was terrified of confronting this stalker.
“Okay, oh! I've got an idea. Every room, except bathrooms, are under surveillance. But only Dr Anderson has the code to access them, I am going to get a hold of him and get the code, and then we can find out where the person is.”
“What do I do in the meantime?” Laura moaned helplessly, wiping dry tears from her face.
“Lock the door, and hide somewhere unseen, like under a bed, or in a wardrobe.”
“Okay,” uneasiness was building inside her like lava boiling and ready to explode outside a volcano, spurting acidic hotness into the atmosphere.
“Oh and do you have a mobile number?” he asked quickly.
“Yes, it's 07854020704,” Laura replied, trying endlessly to calm down.
“Great, keep it with you at all times, I will call back in a couple of minutes. Be careful, and stay in that room,” he was beginning to get serious, clearly concerned about her safety, or lack there of.
“Okay, I will,” she uttered.
“Speak soon Laura,” then the phone cut out.
The next few minutes adopted the feeling of hours. Each second was like a slow week day, dragging along, refusing to end. Laura had grabbed her phone and was now squeezing it, looking at it as if it may detonate at any second. The door was locked and she was hid in a spacious wardrobe, with a mountain of clothes hung overhead.
She had cloaked herself with the various attire that dangled from
“Hi Laura, is everything okay? Has something else happened?” he seemed calm, but suspected trouble.
“Yes, I got another note and this time it read- 'Did you really think Dr Anderson was behind this. Or stupid little brats. Guess again blondie'. Then he called and threatened to kill me at midnight tonight.”
“That's in fifteen minutes.” Officer Thompson palmed his forehead and immediately regretted that outburst as it would more than likely add more anxiousness to the young lady in peril. “I mean, okay, how exactly did he threaten you?”
“He must have seen me go into the library and get a romance novel, asked if I like romance novels, then read me a poem. Something like roses are red, violets are blue, at midnight tonight I am going to butcher you . I'm terrified,” it couldn't be contained any longer, Laura wept down the telephone line, struggling to maintain composure. She felt warm, sticky and congested from the stream of tears.
“Okay, okay, calm down,” he soothed.
“CALM DOWN?! He can see me, and he has been in the castle, he left a note on the bed, and he will kill me!” She wailed hysterically.
Tears glided down her scrunched up face as she began to think of the people she may never see again. A flash of faces and places played out in Laura's mind.
“No, I won't let that happen, I am sending out a patrol car now, it should be with you in twenty minutes,” he promised with a stern voice.
“But I only have fifteen!” she was completely panic-stricken.
“That's why I need you to do something for me, I need you to go get Toby, and he will take you to the panic room on the top floor of the main tower.”
“A pa-” Laura was pleased to hear that, but rudely cut off.
“Don't say it! There is a chance he can hear you speaking, and we don't need to alert him to the panic room. But yes, there is one and no one can get in unless you let them, okay? And Toby knows the code. So get him, tell him what's been going on, and tell him the police are on their way but it will take a while, so you need to hide in the panic room. Understand?” he sounded firm, full of authority.
“Yes, but what if he is waiting for me in the halls?” goosebumps crawled on the nape of her neck at that prospect.
“Okay. Is there anything in the room you can use as a weapon, just in case?”
A weapon?! I can barely fight teenage girls at school, let alone a full grown psychotic man!
“Erm.....only candlesticks...” Laura was terrified of confronting this stalker.
“Okay, oh! I've got an idea. Every room, except bathrooms, are under surveillance. But only Dr Anderson has the code to access them, I am going to get a hold of him and get the code, and then we can find out where the person is.”
“What do I do in the meantime?” Laura moaned helplessly, wiping dry tears from her face.
“Lock the door, and hide somewhere unseen, like under a bed, or in a wardrobe.”
“Okay,” uneasiness was building inside her like lava boiling and ready to explode outside a volcano, spurting acidic hotness into the atmosphere.
“Oh and do you have a mobile number?” he asked quickly.
“Yes, it's 07854020704,” Laura replied, trying endlessly to calm down.
“Great, keep it with you at all times, I will call back in a couple of minutes. Be careful, and stay in that room,” he was beginning to get serious, clearly concerned about her safety, or lack there of.
“Okay, I will,” she uttered.
“Speak soon Laura,” then the phone cut out.
The next few minutes adopted the feeling of hours. Each second was like a slow week day, dragging along, refusing to end. Laura had grabbed her phone and was now squeezing it, looking at it as if it may detonate at any second. The door was locked and she was hid in a spacious wardrobe, with a mountain of clothes hung overhead.
She had cloaked herself with the various attire that dangled from
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