Sunday Experiments (aka Scary Story Part 1)

Okay, here are some more pics I've been working on.

This one I took in my Financial Lit. class -- I was extremely bored.

This one I just think is cool-looking.

I'm almost done with my story. Yes, I still haven't finished it, but I will post what I have so far and try to post the rest tomorrow or Tuesday. So, here it goes.

I thought we were safe. He nearly destroyed me before, and now he set out to break me. Never give in; never give up hope. Keep your faith in the Coven. My mother muttered her last words to me as she lay dying with a knife in her gut in the middle of the street. I was only ten years old. Now, my son may have be the one to see me murdered in cold blood.
They lied to me. They said my mother’s killer had been caught, and that there was no reason to be scared. We’ll even put you into a Witness Protection Program if it will make you feel better they told me. Now, nearly seventeen years I’ve been in hiding. Somehow, he escaped, and somehow, he found me.
Earlier today, something seemed to be off. My instincts were more alert and more attentive than normal. I couldn’t help but be paranoid. Kyle was at school, and I was the only one home. So, why was I feeling like I wasn’t the only one in the living room? I looked around. Was that shadow in the corner by the bookcase breathing?
I pushed myself off my couch to look. The closer I inched toward the bookcase, the more I wished I had a baseball bat. I had almost made it to where I could see the entire corner. Ding! Ding! Ding! The clock on the wall struck three; time to pick up Kyle.
While I drove, the thoughts of my mother wouldn’t stop overshadowing my mind. I remembered that within the last days I saw my mother alive, she was in a state of never-ending panic. She was on her guard, jumping at every noise that seemed to be out of place. The Coven warned her too late. There wasn’t enough time to evade her assassin; she couldn’t protect herself.
Is someone after me? I asked myself. Had my mother’s killer become free and come back to finish his work? I had to convince myself that this wasn’t the case; I had taken extra precautions to keep my son and me safe. There was no reason to think that I was going to be hunted down.
When my car pulled me in front to the elementary school, I saw Kyle hiding behind a tree. I turned off the ignition and walked over to him. Honey, what’s the matter? I asked him while stroking his dark hair. Mommy, he started there’s been a man following me around all day. He was by the bike rack when you dropped me off. Then I saw him by the fence at recess. Now, he’s in the car behind you.
My heart stopped for a full five seconds. I turned behind me to see a lanky, bald man sitting in a jeep behind my VW convertible bug. This was the same man that had gone to jail for murdering my mother, and he was now twenty feet away from my son and me.
Without saying anything, I pushed my ten-year-old toward the school. We need to stay in a public place, were my instincts. He wouldn’t dare hurt us in front of all these students and teachers. As we walked into the school, I found a janitor’s closet and led Kyle in through the door as I followed.
Mom, that’s him isn’t it? Kyle said quietly. Trying to hide my fear, I only nodded. Mom, what are we going to do? I shook my head. All I knew was that most of my options were sure to lead me to the place I didn’t want to go—death. What could I possible do? Kyle suddenly spoke up, giving me a possible solution to the crisis.
You need to contact them, Mom. It’s not their fault grandma died. They tried to help save her. My ten-year-old kid admitted what I had refused to acknowledge for the past seventeen years. You’re right, but the only way I can contact the Coven is through that Latin book that’s in my bedroom. Kyle looked at me. This might be the only way to save you, mommy. We need to get that book. I sighed.
Not wanting to prolong the inevitable any longer, I open the closet door slowly. Not sensing any threat, I grabbed Kyle by the hand and moved by a window to where I could see my car.
The jeep was still there, but the man wasn’t. I looked everywhere my vision permitted me to, but he was nowhere in sight. This was our chance; we had to run.

TO BE CONTINUED...