The Eerie Phone Caller Part 2

Part 1 of "The Eerie Phone Caller" first appeared in issue 4 as a cliffhanger. My parents were out for their anniversary, and my siblings were at their friends' house. I received a strange phone call, and after answering, a strange masked figure started trying to get into my house, to kill me. Read on for Part 2.

Just then... I heard the sound of the masked figure's heavy boots. The intruder was now downstairs. I heard them make their way to the living room, and start scattering around scavenging for me. There were loud noises, clatter, glass shattering, and things being thrown around and torn up. It went silent for a few minutes. No sound, no footsteps, no nothing. Dead silence. I remained still and quiet in my spot, because I wasn't sure if the intruder had disappeared or not. I waited and waited patiently just to make sure the house was empty and the would-be killer had left. When I felt that the coast and house was clear, I decided to take the risk and peek through the shades, it looked clear. The living room was a complete mess though, broken glass, torn up furniture, feathers, and more. I didn't see the killer anywhere in sight. So I got down from out of my hiding spot, and opened the closet door slowly. I avoided the shattered glass, feathers, and anything that was broken. I made my way towards the phone picked it up, and tried dialing 9-1-1. I was able to get a response from the police, but before I could even let a word out, the killer came out of nowhere and swung his blade at me. It struck me on the right shoulder. Bleeding, I screamed in agonizing pain. I searched for something to grab. Noticing a pan on the stove, I grabbed it and swung at the killer's head rendering them unconscious if just a few moments. With my phone still in hand, I ran upstairs as fast as I could, ran into my room, shut the door and locked it. I put the phone up to my ear as the police woman asked, "Sir, is everything alright?? Are you hurt or harmed in any way?" I yelled into the phone, "It's an emergency, I need police here now, or somebody to help! There's a masked killer in my house. They're currently unconscious downstairs in my kitchen. Please send help!" The police woman replied, "Ok sir, we'll get in contact with police officers and send them your way. Just stay hidden, on the phone, and silent. We also require your address, name, age, and information about anybody who is home with you or is it just you?" I told the police woman everything she needed to know, "My name is Elijah Rich. I'm a 17 year old male. I'm home alone. My parents are out on their anniversary, and my siblings are at their friends. I live on Silver Canoe Way, Wylie. My house number is 1705." The police woman said, "Ok Elijah, just be calm and patient. The police should be there in 5 - 10 minutes. Just stay hidden and on the phone to alert me If the killer is up again." So I stayed on the phone, calm and patient. I heard a clatter downstairs, the killer was moving around again. I assumed they had followed my small trail of blood. I could hear them walking up the creaky stairs, so I alerted the police woman. I told her, "Ma'am, the killer is coming upstairs. They're creeping up the stairs, and making their way towards each room to try and find me." The police woman replied, "Elijah, relax, just stay patient and calm. Hold your breath, or cover your mouth if that's too hard. Just stay quiet, so they don't find you. The police are about 3 - 6 minutes away now. They'll be there shortly. We also tried getting a hold of your parents, but no answer. We sent them a voicemail alerting them on your current situation though." I was glad that they tried contacting my parents, and sent them a voicemail. I felt a little more calmed down knowing that the police were 3 - 6 minutes away, but still quite scared that I'd be found before they got here. I heard the killer's footsteps finally reach the top of the stairs. They opened up the bathroom door first. I could hear them flinging the cabinets open looking for me. They swung the shower curtains open hoping I'd be there. Then the bathroom closet, nothing. They slowly walked out of the bathroom. They only had 4 rooms to check; my 2 siblings rooms, my room, and my parents room. I heard them walk past my parent's room, and start with my siblings. They opened the doors, scavenged through the rooms, making a mess and not finding anything. I could hear glass shattering again, things being tossed and thrown, and the closets being searched and slammed. After they were done in both of their rooms, they came to mine. I held my breath as long as I could, and then the police woman spoke, letting me know how close the police were, "The Police should be there any second now, Elijah. You'll hear the sirens. We have Police around every corner of your block so we can trap, surround, and unmask this killer." I could hear sirens in the distance. The killer was freaked out and alerted by them, they tried to run out of the window, but it was locked. They tried the other windows, and they were all locked. They ran downstairs, but I could hear the police outside already. "This is the Police! Come out with your hands up and unarmed, don't make this any more difficult than it has to be," the police officer said. I slowly crept out of the closet, and looked out the window. I went to go unlock the window, so I could alert the police I was still safe and alive. Then I saw a reflection in the mirror, it was the killer. They swung their knife at me again, and cut my back. I turned around and tried to stop them, but they stabbed the knife right through my hand. My screams alerted the police, and they barged into my house. They busted the door down, and ran inside scavenging around the house. Multiple police officers ran upstairs and searched each room, until they reached my room. I was bleeding out, but I didn't say much so I could save my time being alive. The police asked me where the killer had gone, I answered quietly, "They jumped out the bathroom window." The police said the house was surrounded with officers, and that the killer couldn't escape. The killer was spotted on the back roof trying to escape. The officers took shots, and were able to knock them off the roof. Once the killer was knocked out on the ground, the police hand-cuffed them up, and brought them to the front of the yard. Two police officers carried me outside on their shoulders, and sat down with me until the ambulance arrived. Before it arrived, the killer was unmasked. Their identity was briefly shocking to my core . . . it was my older brother, Jake. He yelled that his reasoning on doing all of this was because Mom and Dad barely gave him attention anymore. But gave our younger sister, Georgia and I more attention, convinced we were the favorites and he wasn't anymore. The police told me that he'd be locked up for years, sentenced to life even, or given the electric chair. The ambulance arrived, and the police and doctors helped me onto the ambulance cot. My parents were called, my sister was alerted, and they visited me when they got home the next day. My parents and sister were worried for me, and upset to see me in such terrible condition. They told me that they heard what happened, and that Jake would be receiving the electric chair because of the situation. The doctor walked in, and told us that I'd be in the hospital for a week or so, until I'm better to go home. My family and I were fine with that, and they decided to pay me visits here and there when they could. During one of their visits, they told me that the house was being fixed up and appeared to be in better shape. Not long after that, the doctor told me that I'm ready to go home, and that my family is already on their way. I ate some lunch, and watched some TV while I waited for them. They were there within 15 minutes, and we all drove back home afterwards. When we got home, we had dinner, relaxed as a family, and went to sleep. Within a few months, I was physically healed, but still scarred from the situation. I went back to school, where so many people were reassuring me, and giving their best hopes for my family and me. After school was over for the week, we had entered spring break, and my family and I decided to go on a vacation to Florida. While we were packing, we had the news playing, and the news reporter said that a recent murder had just occurred, and that the killer was wearing the same exact outfit as. . . my brother, Jake.