Door 4- Chapter 2

“What’s your name, kid?” asked the man. He had large sea blue eyes and pencil thin lips. He kind of looked like a fish. “Uh...” I was thinking of a fake name so he wouldn't know that I was the girl he was looking for. “My name is… is, Allison.” I started trembling. “Really?" he said with some measure of disbelief. "Do you know a Vanessa by any chance?” He held a dagger right below my neck. “No.” I said flatly. The man pushed me to the ground like a and I fell like a ragdoll. He walked away. “I’m not going to kill you. But if I find out you’re lying or if you tell someone about this little scene, then I will kill you," he said. I sprinted away as fast as I could and didn't risk looking back.

All throughout science class, I was shaking. I couldn’t concentrate on my test. “Is something wrong, Vanessa?” asked Ms. Johnson. “Uh, no I’m just fidgeting because I’m trying to think of the answer to question six.” I told her. She nodded and walked away.
Outside, the murderer was walking back to his van when he stepped on something. It was Vanessa's wallet. He opened the wallet. Inside was Vanessa's ID. “That stupid girl is Vanessa!!” The man yelled. He started going through her wallet and found a small piece of notebook paper. On the paper was Vanessa's cell phone number and her address. The man chuckled to himself and shoved the paper into the pocket of his blue jeans and tossed the wallet into a nearby bush. He touched the dagger in his pocket and quickly walked back to his van.

“Bye mom! I’ll see you after school.” Vanessa shouted to her mom. She shut the door and locked it tight behind her. The morning air was chilly so she zipped her fleece jacket. “Why is there a van parked outside our house?” Vanessa said to herself. She shrugged then kept on walking to her bus stop. As she approached the spot where she met the bus each morning, a van was approaching behind her. She turned around to look and saw the van. She was a little anxious, so she walked more quickly. The van was also moved faster. Vanessa ran past her bus stop to the intersection. She stopped on the corner and hoped the van would drive but it didn't. The van stopped. The window rolled down. Cigarette smoke drifted out the window. The door opened abruptly and a man stepped out. It was the murderer. In his hand he held the dagger. “Hello Vanessa,” he grinned.

To be continued