fingerprints,” my father said.
He went into the house and got a big baggie and slipped the bone in without touching it.
We all went in the house and I petted Gretchen, I was so nervous, I kept feeling like someone was watching us.
The next evening before he came home, my father took the bone to the police station. He said they would run a fingerprint test on it and I was glad.
That night, my parents were going to a meeting so my brothers could sign up for Little League. It was quite serious. My mom asked me to watch the boys so they wouldn’t be a distraction at the parents and coaches meeting and I said okay.
I got the first call on our landline at 8:00 p.m. All the caller said was, “Your parents aren’t home.”
I hung up on them and looked at the caller I.D., which showed that the number was unavailable and out of area. The second call came at 8:30 p.m. and they said the same thing. It went on all night, with me not answering and the phone just ringing and then hanging up when the call went to the answering machine.
The boys came out of their room where they were looking at baseball cards and asked why the phone kept ringing.
I said it was the creeper and we all got scared.
I needed to take a shower, but I wasn’t about to do that until my parents came home. I went around the house, making sure all the windows were shut tight and the curtains closed. I made sure all the doors were locked, too.
When my parents came home, they saw three very scared kids waiting for them, with a big dog guarding us with her tongue hanging out and a wagging tail.
My father, who was so happy after the meeting, got angry at the caller, really angry. He slammed his fist on the table and said he was sick of the whole thing.
That night, I slept next to Gretchen on my floor. I was glad we had given her a bath; she smelled nice. Her fur was soft and warm and I could hear her breathing softly, sleeping, but always ready to defend me. It was the only place where I felt safe.
CHAPTER FIVE
During the night, I noticed that the back of my neck kind of hurt. I rubbed it and I was shocked to feel a large bump. It was under the skin and about the size of a nickel. I didn’t remember feeling anything like this before on my neck. I started worrying about the lump. I was afraid it might be cancer.
I was glad I had Gretchen to lie near. I listened to her soft snore and fell back to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up with a nervous stomach. I have been having them since this stalker guy had been bothering me.
This one was worse, I tried to remember what was wrong and I remembered my neck, I felt my neck in the back and felt the lump. I jumped off the floor and threw my blankets on my bed. I ran into the kitchen where my mom was making scrambled eggs.
“ Mom, I have a lump on my neck,” I almost shouted at her.
My mom laid down the spoon she was using to stir the eggs.
“Let me see,” she said.
She looked at my neck and rubbed the area that had the lump.
“I want your father to see this,” she said concerned.
We went into the back of the house where my father was shaving.
“Honey,” my mother called to my father, knocking at the bathroom door.
My father opened the door with shaving cream still on his face where he hadn’t shaved.
“What is it? I’m shaving,” he said.
“ Whitney has a lump on the back of her neck and I wanted you to look at it,” my mom said.
“ Let me wash my hands,” Dad said.
He washed and dried his hands and brought me over to the light in the bathroom.
He felt the lump, which was starting to hurt because my mom and dad kept touching it.
“ Wow, Whitney, how long have you had this?” he asked me.
“ I don’t know. I just felt it last night,” I said.
“ I don’t like how big it is,” my father said and I started to cry.
“ Aw, sweetie, it is going to be okay. We will take you to the doctor. It is going to be fine,” my dad said, hugging me and getting shaving
He went into the house and got a big baggie and slipped the bone in without touching it.
We all went in the house and I petted Gretchen, I was so nervous, I kept feeling like someone was watching us.
The next evening before he came home, my father took the bone to the police station. He said they would run a fingerprint test on it and I was glad.
That night, my parents were going to a meeting so my brothers could sign up for Little League. It was quite serious. My mom asked me to watch the boys so they wouldn’t be a distraction at the parents and coaches meeting and I said okay.
I got the first call on our landline at 8:00 p.m. All the caller said was, “Your parents aren’t home.”
I hung up on them and looked at the caller I.D., which showed that the number was unavailable and out of area. The second call came at 8:30 p.m. and they said the same thing. It went on all night, with me not answering and the phone just ringing and then hanging up when the call went to the answering machine.
The boys came out of their room where they were looking at baseball cards and asked why the phone kept ringing.
I said it was the creeper and we all got scared.
I needed to take a shower, but I wasn’t about to do that until my parents came home. I went around the house, making sure all the windows were shut tight and the curtains closed. I made sure all the doors were locked, too.
When my parents came home, they saw three very scared kids waiting for them, with a big dog guarding us with her tongue hanging out and a wagging tail.
My father, who was so happy after the meeting, got angry at the caller, really angry. He slammed his fist on the table and said he was sick of the whole thing.
That night, I slept next to Gretchen on my floor. I was glad we had given her a bath; she smelled nice. Her fur was soft and warm and I could hear her breathing softly, sleeping, but always ready to defend me. It was the only place where I felt safe.
CHAPTER FIVE
During the night, I noticed that the back of my neck kind of hurt. I rubbed it and I was shocked to feel a large bump. It was under the skin and about the size of a nickel. I didn’t remember feeling anything like this before on my neck. I started worrying about the lump. I was afraid it might be cancer.
I was glad I had Gretchen to lie near. I listened to her soft snore and fell back to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up with a nervous stomach. I have been having them since this stalker guy had been bothering me.
This one was worse, I tried to remember what was wrong and I remembered my neck, I felt my neck in the back and felt the lump. I jumped off the floor and threw my blankets on my bed. I ran into the kitchen where my mom was making scrambled eggs.
“ Mom, I have a lump on my neck,” I almost shouted at her.
My mom laid down the spoon she was using to stir the eggs.
“Let me see,” she said.
She looked at my neck and rubbed the area that had the lump.
“I want your father to see this,” she said concerned.
We went into the back of the house where my father was shaving.
“Honey,” my mother called to my father, knocking at the bathroom door.
My father opened the door with shaving cream still on his face where he hadn’t shaved.
“What is it? I’m shaving,” he said.
“ Whitney has a lump on the back of her neck and I wanted you to look at it,” my mom said.
“ Let me wash my hands,” Dad said.
He washed and dried his hands and brought me over to the light in the bathroom.
He felt the lump, which was starting to hurt because my mom and dad kept touching it.
“ Wow, Whitney, how long have you had this?” he asked me.
“ I don’t know. I just felt it last night,” I said.
“ I don’t like how big it is,” my father said and I started to cry.
“ Aw, sweetie, it is going to be okay. We will take you to the doctor. It is going to be fine,” my dad said, hugging me and getting shaving
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