The night was very stormy,
the wind shook the trees like a limp
doll. The rain pounded on the windows
like a drum. Tonight, the night of
September, Fiday the 13th, a thin
young girl of about 17 was getting
ready to babysit. Her name was
Bethany Miller. She had been a
steady babysiter since about last
year, therefor she is saving money to by
a new car. So far she had saved
$2,100.

Bethany's mother and father
were out at a movie. Suddenly
the phone rang. Beth sprinted
down the stairs to catch the phone.
Beth picked up the phone to the
voice of Mrs. Perkins, the woman,
she was to babysit for.

"Bethany, I'm afraid that
I don't need a babysitter tonight.
John and I decided not to go out
because of the storm."

"Well alright, thats fine."
and then our conversation
ended. Actually I was kind of
glad that I didn't have to
baby sit, for the reason that I
didn't like to go out on stormy
nights, but rather curl up and
read a book or watch t.v.

Beth decided to see just
how bad the storm was. So she
walked over to the window.
The rain was so wicked that it
seemed sheild Beth from the
outside.

Just after Beth turned
on the t.v. and sat down, the
phone rang agian. Beth took her
time answering the phone. It was
Beth's mom.

"Honey, I'm afraid your
father and I won't be home
tonight. The bridge we take to
get back home got flooded.
Now I have a feeling the power
may shut off. Trees are falling
every where, so get some matches
and candles and the flashlight
down celler and you might
as well get the radio."
and after my mom gave me
a few more helpful hints,
among many other things our
conversation finally ended.

Chapt.2

After I had gathered
the matches, candles and radio,
I went down to the cellar
to get the flashlight. The
cellar smelt damp. In a far
corner you could hear the
water from the storm
trickling. As I started my
way back up stairs, the
lights shut off. I turned on
my flashlight, then I started
to hear tapping on the windows
and knocking on the door,
my heart started to beat
fast. then as I walked up
the stairs I convinced my
self that it was probably just
a tree nocking on everything.

Now that the power
had gone out, I figured
I'd turn on the radio for
some comfort. Just as I
was turning it on I caught
a news clip about a
murderer who had escaped
from jail. His name was
John Henry. The name caught
my attention. That man
was the man I heard
about 2 year ago that killed
40 nurses in Baton Rouge.
He was known to leave a black
rose by each dead victim
after he had slit there
throat.

Than again the phone
rang. I was kind of glad.
I would like to talk to
someone. As I picked up
the phone and repeatedly
called hello. I could hear
nothing but deep breathing.
Than the person on the
other end hung up.

After I hung up, I
was very upset and scared.
Than the phone rang again,
and I decided that it
was the same person whom
the first time thought he
had the wrong number.

"Hello", I said

"Are you alone". A
distant scratchy voice came
over the phone.

"Who is this". I
screamed

"I'm watching you."
the voice said. Then I heard
the voice shut up as the phone
got hung up.

I trembled with fright.
"Who was that". I asked myself
"Mabey it was just a kid playing",
but I didn't care, I was still
scared stiff. But hey, anyway
how could any one see me
when its dark and you can't
see through the windows
anyway.

Even though Beth
had thought of many
things that it could be, she
still was scared.

As Beth was curled
up on the couch, with
a book in one hand and
and the flashlight in the
other, she was jumped
by a noise. As her ears
perked up to listen, she
could than make out the
cellar, almost like a cat
pawing at the door, but she
didn't have a cat, then it
stopped. Beth was terrified
with fear. She wanted to
call her mother but she
didn't dare move from
her secured position. While
Beth sunk into the blue
cushions of her couch. She
now heard footsteps upstairs
heavy, loud footsteps that
seemed to make the ceiling
shake. Beth wasn't sure if
this was her imagination
or not. After the footsteps
had stopped. The phone rang,
forgetting the other phone
calls Beth jumped up to
answer the phone. This
just had to be her
mom calling. She thought
with extreme excitement.

"Mom", Beth questioned

"I'm still watching you."
a muffled deep voice replied.

With out any words
Beth hung up the phone
and started to scream and
cry. Beth could no longer ignore
the phone calls and noises,
she finally made up her mind
to call the police, but when
she picked up the phone she
heard deep breating once more.

"Hello, Hello", she stuttered

"I'm in the house."

With those words Beth
could no longer take it; she
once more tried the phone.
this time she got through, but
just as she was finishing
her name, the line got cut
off. Then she turned around
and a tall man with a
black mask and black outfit
was standing holding the phone
line, then he dropped the line
and held a terribly big butcher
knife over his head and...

Chapt 3.

The storm had cleared
and Beth's parents were
ariving home. They opened
the door and dropped there
coats. When Beths mom
looked over toward the kitchen
she saw a trail of blood,
she screamed in horror, Beth's
father ran over to where he
saw his daughter lying in a
puddle of blood with a limp
black rose on her chest.