Chapter 1: Chapter One - The Beginning

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Clyde had been waiting for his daughter for days. She was to arrive at any time. She had even called him today to let him know to pick up some food because she knew that he barely had anything in the refrigerator. He was hardly home as it was and if he was ever hungry he would just ask one of his friends to come and cook him something.

He didn’t cook that much anymore since his died wife last year. She had spent most of her life in the kitchen of their home and in college. Clyde had always told her that she should take cooking classes. Martine had argued with him that she was already good enough to bypass all those students and own her own restaurant. She had laughed about it until the day she had received a letter of recommendation for a culinary school in Pennsylvania.

She had accepted almost immediately, wondering how they had gotten her resume, and then proceeded to ignore it due to over excitement. They had wanted to meet with her as soon as possible. She had packed that night and left the following morning. She had left him instructions for dinner, told him to call Hayley if he needed her, and kissed him goodbye. She promised to call when she got there.


When Clyde hadn’t heard from her two days later, he had begun to worry. That was when he decided to call Hayley. She told him she hadn’t heard from her mother, either, and asked him if he tried calling her instead. He said he had but her phone was shut off. He hung up with Hayley moments later when the phone rang again. He had picked it up without hesitation.

It was a man who only introduced himself as Officer Greenberg and said that he had some news for Clyde. There had been a car accident; a black Accord had been found in a ditch, the driver dead on impact. She was identified as Martine Shaw. When Clyde insisted there had been a mistake, Greenberg had read the address off the driver’s license.

Now, as Clyde sat in a reclining chair and watched TV, he felt sick remembering that day. Since then his life had become just something other people watched. Days after the funeral, his friends had still come by to check on him. Their kindness was nice enough but all he really wanted was to be left alone to grieve. He even refused to have his daughter come by to console him.

It had been nearly a year since he had seen Hayley. Last he heard, she was living in Delaware and working for some writing company. As he took a swig of beer, he recalled all of the times she had come to him and asked him to read something she wrote. He had denied her each time, claiming to be too busy to look. He didn’t mean that, of course, and it made him angry that he would brush her off like she was nothing more than an annoying fly that had landed on his shoulder. For that show of neglect, he didn’t blame her for leaving. He blamed himself.

He moved into the kitchen when a commercial had interrupted his show. He had spent a lot of time in here just looking around at all of the familiar things; things that Martine had bought, things that she liked. She had even decided to paint the walls a beige color. It worked, Clyde thought, after having stared at it for what seemed like forever.

As he rummaged for something to eat, he suddenly heard a noise. He listened closely. It sounded like someone was walking around his home. Clyde closed the door of the fridge quietly and moved slowly across the linoleum tiling. He crept around to where the dining room was and peered beyond the door. Nothing jumped out at him. He was thankful for that. If there was an intruder in his home, he would appreciate not being scared to death before he could defend himself.

“You’re being dumb,” he said to himself as he ran a hand through his brown hair. He rubbed his eyes and turned around, half expecting to see some sort of monster from his childhood looming over him, fangs dripping with goo.

Again, there was nothing. Only a darkened kitchen and the hum of appliances met his ears. He sighed and walked back in the living room and sat down. As he lifted the remote to change the channel he taught something in the darkness that came from the TV when he pressed a button on the controller. It was quick, but enough to startle him into jumping up.

“Who’s there?” he demanded, both hands clenched and shaking around the remote. Silence and blackness greeted him. He didn’t buy it. “Show yourself!” he shouted.

“Now why would I want to do that?” said a voice from somewhere behind the chair. As Clyde squinted, he noticed a figure sitting on the window sill. “That would ruin the game.”

“What are you doing in my house?” Clyde asked. “If you don’t leave now, I’ll call the cops.”

“You’ll do no such thing,” the man murmured. “Will you, Mr. Shaw?”

“How do you-?”

The stranger scoffed. “I riffled through your mail while I was waiting. You’ve got some bills piling up.”

“Waiting for what?” He was about to say that going through someone’s mail was a federal offense but that didn’t seem too important right now.

“For you to notice me, of course.”The intruder let out a very dramatic sigh. “I’ve been here all day waiting for you to come home.”

“You-” Clyde felt his heart pounding in his chest. A car from outside went by, its headlights catching on the man’s eyes: ice blue. “I don’t know you, do I?”

A laugh. “Wouldn’t that be something if you did?”

“People say that most home invasions are-”

“-by people you know. Yes, I’m well aware of that one. Scary, isn’t it, when it’s a complete stranger?” He moved in the darkness and sat in the chair. It protested under his weight. “Now, may I call you Clyde? I think it’s appropriate seeing as we’re going to be getting very close in a short time.”

Clyde closed his eyes and knew he would be with Martine soon.



Submitted: May 30, 2010

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Truth Sayer

Exciting start; yet can you make the font a little bit bigger :P thank you ^_^

Sun, May 30th, 2010 9:56am

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The font is fine on my end. That's weird o.O But thanks. I'm posting the next chapter in a little while.

Sun, May 30th, 2010 2:57am

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