I was scared to post this story at first because I didn't know whether or not I wanted to share it on FanFiction. I uploaded this last night but quickly took it down after something was said. (I also needed to edit it a little.) A few people have encouraged me to repost it, so here it is. I'm not sure when I'll update next, I'm busy working on Black Heart and Twisted at the moment. Please don't be so mean, lol.

WARNING: This story is not for everyone. Please do not read if you are young or sensitive. This story contains rape, murders, and horrific scenes.

The first 26 years of my life nothing happened. Nothing even remotely interesting. Then I met a woman named, Santana. She made me open my eyes, she showed me there's more to life than I thought. Santana was something else. She was unexpected. The mysterious woman who walked into my life, oh how I smile when I think about it all.

Yes, Santana was different. Santana liked to kill people, and it's because of her that I'm telling this story.

I don't regret meeting her, and I don't regret what we did together. My only regret? Not meeting her sooner.

Chapter 1- Mrs. Moore

August 19, 2014.

"Brittany, the guests will be arriving shortly, make sure the rooms are spotless." Mr. Banks, the hotel manager said to me.

"Yes, of course," I replied, hurrying into the lift and making my way up to the room.

The Winston Hotel was one of the best in Chicago. I had worked there for many years, ever since I dropped out of school. I was lucky, Mr. Banks knew my family, he gave me a job and a place to stay, I was very grateful for that. I often went looking for other jobs, but no one wanted me, I was just a failure in their eyes. It would upset me, of course, but I got used to being rejected. In the end I gave up completely, I suppose working at The Winston Hotel wasn't that bad. The money was reasonable, I just wished there was more for me. Working at the hotel was only supposed to be temporary. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life there.

I was a cleaner at the hotel. I was always so busy, the guests could never keep the place clean. Working as a cleaner had it's perks, the guests were good tippers, and you'd be surprised by the things I discovered over the years. It would always make me laugh, and frown, depending on what I found. There had many been many awkward moments, even though I would knock on the door before entering, I would always walk in on something utterly disturbing. But at the end of the day, I was the cleaner, I had to apologize, not the guests.

On that warm summers day, I rushed out of the lift and towards room 101, or as I like to call it, 'the expensive room'. Room 101 was for the rich, it was one of the finest suites in the hotel. The guests were mostly rude, but I guess that's because they were rich. It's weird, the kind people, they always stayed in an affordable room, you could always guess the rich, they were the ones who looked at you like you're nothing but a piece of crap. Sometime's I felt like nothing, but I got used to that feeling.

"Brittany, is the room spotless yet?" Mr. James, the assistant manager asked me as I accidently bumped into him. I knew I was treading on thin ice, Mr. James hated me, he thought I wasn't the right person for the job. I swear he had been trying to fire me since the day I arrived. Thankfully Mr. Banks was always there to stick up for me.

"No, not yet," I said to him while trying to catch my breath. "It will be done in less than 10 minutes," I assured him.

The dark haired man looked down at me with a frown on his face. "If our guest is unsatisfied, your service here will no longer be required, do you understand?" He said, in that low gruff voice he had.

I gulped nervously, but nodded my head. I needed this job, I had nothing else, and nowhere else to go. "It will be clean." I told him.

I kept my word, by the time I had finished, the room was spotless. I cleaned the chandelier, I polished the silver plates on the table. I changed the bed linen, washed the curtains, and restocked the toilet paper in the bathroom. It took me longer than 10 minutes, but Mr. James didn't need to know that. I was convinced the guest would be satisfied. There wasn't a piece of furniture out of place.

After cleaning the doors, I made my way back down to the lobby, ready to take my break. It was 3pm, I had been working for 6 hours so I was due a break. I usually just grabbed a snack and went up to my room, I had to put all of the cleaning supplies away, though. When the lift doors opened, I was surprised to find the lobby extremely busy, was there an event going on or something?

I quickly made my way over to Mr. Banks, who had just finished speaking with a guest. "Mr. Banks, I'm going to take my break now." I told him, just so he wouldn't wonder where I went.

As I walked away from the man, I heard him call my name. "Brittany!" He exclaimed, rushing towards me. "I need you to lead one of our guests up to our room, the rest of the staff are busy." He said to me.

I frowned, "Mr. Banks, that is not my job, it would be highly unprofessional for a cleaner to show a guest to their room." I said to him.

Mr. Banks snapped. "If you want to keep your job, you better do as I say!" He shouted. "Ms. Lopez is getting very impatient." He informed me.

Knowing I couldn't possibly disobey Mr. Banks, I nodded my head. "Very well," I muttered, "I'll take my break later. Where is Ms. Lopez?" I asked him.

"She's just over there," Mr. Banks said, pointing to a dark haired woman sitting on one of the black leather couches.

I stared at the woman for a while, she intrigued me, there was something about her, something that made me smile. Ms. Lopez was beautiful. The woman was wearing a tight black dress, a dark leather jacket, and the most amazing knee high boots. Her eyes were covered by a pair shades, I wondered what her eyes looked like. I hoped she would take them off for me, I imagined them to be beautiful, just like her. Ms. Lopez gave me goosebumps, and I had only just looked at her.

Mr. Banks continued to talk, but I didn't hear a word he said, I was too busy staring at ms. Lopez to even care. "Are you even listening to me?" Mr. Banks asked, getting frustrated. I shook my head, quickly making my over towards the beautiful woman.

I stopped in front of her, and cleared my throat. "Ms. Lopez?" I asked. The woman looked up, taking her shades off. Oh god, her eyes were amazing. Dark brown, so beautiful. It's was then I got a closer look at her. Her red plump lips, her tanned skin, her long dark hair hanging down her shoulders.

"Yes? Who are you?" Ms. Lopez asked, in the most alluring voice.

My cheeks turned red. "I'm here to show you to room, if you would like to follow me. I can grab your bags for you." I said to her.

The woman didn't move, she just frowned. "Where are dressed like a cleaner?" She asked me, staring at my work uniform. It was then that I realized I was still wearing the blue apron. How embarrassing. "You also have something stuck in your hair." She added, turning her head, looking at my ponytail.

I quickly run my fingers through my long blonde hair. Hopefully that would get the 'stuff' out. Ms. Lopez shrugged, so I guess it did. "I'm sorry ms. Lopez, please follow me." I said to her, picking up her heavy bags. Thankfully I was strong.

Ms. Lopez followed me through the lobby, and into the lift. I pressed the button to the top floor. The ride in the lift was silent. I kept glancing over to ms. Lopez, every time I looked at her there was something different. I think she noticed me staring at her, so I quickly stopped, fixing my eyes on the doors. Eventually we reached the top floor, and the doors opened.

"After you, ms. Lopez." I said to her, gesturing for her to exit the lift first.

"Thank you," she mumbled, leaving the lift and looking around. Ms. Lopez hurried down the hallway towards room 101, she then quickly opened the door with the key she had been given. I waited at the door, unsure whether ms. Lopez wanted me to enter. Then again, I was carrying her bags, she had to let me in.

"Your bags, ms. Lopez?" I said when I realized the woman was too busy looking around her suite to even notice me. She looked over to where I was standing, waving her hands about.

"Just throw them anywhere." She said, sitting down on one of the couches and immediately picking up a magazine. I dropped the bags near the bed and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, waiting for ms. Lopez to give me an order. Once again, I'm saddened when the woman didn't seem to notice me.

"Is there anything else you require?" I asked her, knowing for a fact I'd be standing there all night otherwise.

Ms. Lopez shook her head, flicking through the magazine she seemed interested in. She eventually spoke, to my surprise. "You can leave, thank you for your assistance," she said, not looking up at me.

"Thank you, if you need anything, just let me know." I said to her, making my way towards the door.

"Hey," Ms. Lopez said, stopping me from walking. I turned to face the brown eyed woman. "How can I let you know if I need anything? Where will I find you?" She asked.

My face turned red again. Oh crap, I never thought about that. I assumed ms. Lopez was ignoring me. "Erm, I-I don't you," I stuttered, feeling like an absolute idiot. "I'm always around, somewhere." I told her. I was the cleaner after all, I went many places.

"Very well, you may go," Ms. Lopez said, squinting her eyes at me. I nodded my head, walking to the door again. I'm stopped in my tracks by the womans voice. "Actually, you can do something for me." The woman said.

I nodded my head. "Anything," I said.

"My friend, Johnson, he went to the bathroom when I was waiting in the lobby, I don't suppose you could show him up here?" Ms. Lopez said. Oh no, that was bad. How was I supposed to know what, 'Johnson', looked like. Ms. Lopez seemed to sense my discomfort. "He has ginger hair and a beard. In fact, just look for the ugly one, you'll see him immediately."

"Okay," I said quietly, "I'll look for the ugly ginger." My face turned bright red again, that was highly unprofessional of me. I was extremely ashamed.

Ms. Lopez raised her eyebrows, a smirk on her face. "You're funny," she laughed. Oh, she had a lovely laugh. "What's your name?" She asked me.

No guest had ever asked my name before. I was always 'cleaner,' or 'blondie', or 'her'. I already loved ms. Lopez. "My name is, Brittany." I said to her.

"What a lovely name," Ms. Lopez said. I blushed after hearing her words. "Thank you for helping me out, Brittany." She added.

"No problem," I said, returning the smile. "Johnson will be up here shortly," I assured her, walking towards the door and leaving. When the door closed, I giggled, Ms. Lopez had made my day.

I made my way back down to the lobby, searching for someone called 'Johnson' who happened to be ginger and ugly. Oh, and he had a beard! I thought it would be hard to find the man, but to my surprise, it was actually pretty easy. The man was sitting where Ms. Lopez had sat minutes before. I quickly made my way over to the man, feeling less nervous.

"Excuse me, Ms. Lopez wanted me to show you to your room, would you like to follow me?" I said to the man.

"Did she now?" The man replied in a low rough voice. "And what are you, her whore?" He laughed.

I gasped, shocked by what the man had said. How dare he call me a whore! Why would he think that? It was absolutely untrue. "I'm no whore," I stated.

"Look at you, dressed like a pretty little maid, oh how I'd love to see you dressed as a cop. I would even let you handcuff me." The man said, laughing at his own words. I was not amused in the slightest. The maid outfit was my uniform, I wasn't a hooker or something. He had no right to assume.

"I'm an employee of this hotel," I said to him, trying to remain as professional as possible. It was hard. "Minutes ago I showed Ms. Lopez to her room, she asked for me to send you up, I can assure you I'm not a 'whore.' I am only trying to help." I said.

The man looked me up and down before sighing. "Very well," he mumbled, "lead the way." He added. I waited for the rude man to stand up, and then I walked through the lobby towards the lifts. The journey up to the top floor was silent. I was disgusted by what the man had called me. I was furious! It was times like that when I hated my job, I never liked people like him.

The doors opened and I walked down the hallway with Johnson close behind. I knocked on room 101 since the man didn't have a key. Seeing Ms. Lopez again made me feel less angry. A few seconds later the door opened. Ms. Lopez had already changed her clothes. She was wearing a black hoody and a pair of sweats, her long dark hair was tied up in a ponytail. Her makeup was no longer visible. She looked even more perfect in my opinion.

"Johnson. What took you so long!" Ms. Lopez snapped, startling me.

"I'm sorry," the man said, lowering his head. I looked between the two, something seemed weird. "There was a line in the bathroom and-"

"Save it," Ms. Lopez said, holding up her hand. "I don't want to here another word, get inside and run me a bath!" She ordered. That woman seemed different. Was Johnson her slave or something? He certainly seemed like it. The man didn't even argue back. The man hurried into the suite and into the bathroom before Ms. Lopez could say another word.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Ms. Lopez?" I asked the beautiful woman standing in front of me.

"You can get lost and leave me alone," Ms. Lopez said, slamming the door on my face.

What the fuck? Where did that come from? I guess I was wrong about Ms. Lopez, she was just like all of the other guests. Rude, ignorant, no respect for anyone. I still can't believe she slammed the door on my face, did I really deserve that? I only asked her a question. I tried not to let it get to me. I took a deep breath and remembered something, I was the employee, I can't take it personal, that woman was probably rude to everyone. Even though she was to nice me earlier on in the day, but I had to forget about that.

"Bitch." I muttered under my breath, walking away from room 101 and finally getting to take my well deserved break.

After a long day at work, I went back to my room on the 2nd floor. I opened the door with my key and grabbed a beer out of the fridge before sitting down on the couch. My room was nothing much, it was actually pretty small, one of the smallest in the hotel, But I couldn't moan, I was living there rent free. There were only a few pieces of furniture in my room. A couch, A television, a single bed, and a kitchen which I barley used. Sometime's I couldn't believe how long I had lived there for. It was depressing when I thought about it.

I took a few large gulps of beer while flicking through the channels on the television. As always, there was nothing on. Sometime's I would get lucky, a movie would appear on the screen, but that was rare. Most of the time I had to watch those gambling shows, I did finish work pretty late, though.

I then checked my phone to see if anyone loved me enough to send me a message or something. I smiled when I saw I had 1 unread message. I quickly opened it up.

FromUnknown: Have you had an accident in the last year? If so you could be entitled to lots of-

Message deleted.

I hated those stupid messages, 90% of the time they were nothing but scams. I sighed as I threw my phone down on the small coffee table. All I ever wanted was for someone to notice me, but apparently that was too much. I didn't have friends, I only had my job and the small mouse which would occasionally sneak into my room. I didn't go on dates, I would blame work but that's no excuse. I couldn't be bothered with dates, they were a waste of time. I guess I was just better off alone. Ms. Lopez seemed to be in my thoughts a lot, but she was a guest, nothing more. A very rude guest may I add.

After realizing I had nothing better to do, I stood up from the couch and made my way over to the bed, throwing myself down on it. I was still wearing my work uniform but I didn't care, I was too exhausted to take it off. I closed my eyes and immediately fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of someone banging on my door. I moaned into my pillow and covered my ears, hoping the person at the door would go away. They didn't. I climbed out of bed and grabbed my robe before walking to the door. I opened it while yawning.

"You're late, Brittany!" Mr. Banks said, startling me. Late? Late for what?

"How am I late?" I asked.

"Your shift started an hour ago, and by the looks of it if you have just got out of bed! This behaviour is unacceptable!" Mr. Banks said. I turned my head and looked at the clock on the wall, mentally kicking myself when I realized Mr. Banks was right. I was late for work. I had slept in.

"I-I'm so sorry, I promise it wont happen again." I said to him, begging for forgiveness. I didn't want to lose my job, I had nothing else to do.

"I should hope not." Mr. Banks said, shaking his head. "You're lucky Mr. James wasn't here, he would happily fire you." He added.

"I'm sorry," I apologized again. Mr. Banks seemed to understand. The man nodded his head before walking away from my room, returning to work.

An alarm clock was needed.

"Is anything else I can get you?" I asked Mrs. Moore, standing in the middle of her room.

"You can wash the windows," Mrs. Moore said. "I want them spotless. Make sure you close the curtains when you're done, you know I don't like going near the window." she added. I knew better than to argue with the woman, so I took notes.

Mrs. Moore was a regular at the hotel. She was an old woman with a big mouth. I hated her, everyone did. Sometimes she forgot that I was just the cleaner, she would usually ask me to bring her some food. Of course I always brought her what she wanted. When Mrs. Moore was staying at the hotel I wasn't just the cleaner, I was her servant, her carer, and even her chef. Thankfully the woman only stayed for a few days each time. Those were always the worst days of my life.

"I would like salmon for dinner, and a bottle of wine." Mrs. Moore said, making sure I wrote everything down. When I had finished writing, I looked up, wondering if there was anything else she requested. "You can go now," she finally said.

"Would you like your windows cleaned later today?" I asked.

Mrs. Moore nodded her head. "When I go for my walk. I don't want you here when I return," she said in a stern voice.

Mrs. Moore didn't need to worry about that. She wouldn't be seeing me.

I returned to Mrs. Moore's room two hours later, exhausted from all the work I had done. I took the notes out of my pocket and quickly read them, wondering what I should do first. I decided to clean her room, it was always so messy. There was a strict no smoking policy in the hotel, yet I always found cigarettes on the coffee table. I sighed, cleaning up the mess.

When I finished cleaning the windows, I took a step back to see how well I had done. It had to be spotless. That's when I heard it, a loud bang. The noise startled me, I jumped back and lost my balance, falling onto the floor. I stayed there for a moment, wondering what the noise was. Then it happened again, a bang so loud I thought the ceiling was going to come through. Who on earth was banging?

Then a scream followed. A man screaming.

I looked up, trying to figure out what was going on upstairs. I was worried. I knew the hotel so well, which meant I was aware who occupied the room above.

Ms. Lopez.

Was she in danger? Should I go up and check on her? I didn't know what to do. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was something.

Then another scream.

"What the fuck," I mumbled, quickly getting to my feet.

"Are you still here?!" The sound of Mrs. Moore's voice filled the room. That was a quick walk, I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "There was a lot that needed to be done, I'm almost finished." I assured her, hoping she would be pleased with all of the work I had done. Knowing Mrs. Moore, she would not be satisfied.

Before Mrs. Moore could open her mouth, there was another loud bang. Mrs. Moore growled. "I'm tired of this, such noisy people up there! Don't they think about anyone else in this hotel!" She shouted, storming out of the room.

"W-where are you going?" I asked.

Mrs. Moore stopped at the door. She turned to face me. "I'm going to give those bastards a piece of my mind! If you're still here when I return, I swear to god I'll-"

"I wont be here." I quickly said.

Mrs. Moore nodded, satisfied with my answer. She left the room and rushed upstairs. Poor Ms. Lopez would have to deal with Mrs. Lopez, I felt sorry for her. I was still very curious about the noise, though.

Keeping my word, I finished cleaning Mrs. Moore's room and left before she returned. I didn't hear Mrs. Moore yelling at Ms. Lopez, I wasn't in the mood to listen to her anymore. For the rest of day I got on with my job, thankfully it didn't drag. When my shift ended I rushed back to my room, hoping to get a good nights sleep. As expected, I fell asleep immediately.

The next morning I woke up extra early, just so I didn't get in trouble with Mr. Banks. After changing into my work uniform, I made my way to the lobby to wait for further instructions. Mr. Banks usually gave me a list which I had to follow. The lobby was crowded again, but it was a little weird. Everyone seemed lost. I was startled when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I quickly turned around to face a very flustered Mr. Banks.

"Brittany," he panted. "Come with me, now," he ordered. Not wanting to argue with my employer, I followed Mr. Banks through the lobby and into the lift.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him, hating the silence.

I was expecting Mr. Banks to shake his head, but he didn't. He closed his eyes tightly, then slowly reopened them. "Mrs. Moore, please clean her room." He said.

I frowned. "It's early, Mrs. Moore will still be in bed," I informed him. I knew Mrs. Moore well, she did like to sleep.

"Mrs. Moore is no longer with us," he said, just as the lift doors opened. I followed him down the hallway towards the womans room.

"She has checked out already?" I asked.

"She's dead," he stated, opening her door.

I stood there in shock, unable to move. Mrs. Moore was dead? She was perfectly fine the day before, I didn't understand what was happening. Did I hear him correctly? She was old, but she had many more years left, she was a healthy woman, how did she die? "How is she dead?" I asked, eventually following him into her room. Maybe she died in her sleep?

"She jumped out of the window," Mr. Banks said, shaking his head.

I gasped. "S-she what?"

"The poor woman, I didn't think she was unhappy, it's such a shame," Mr. Banks said. "You're allowed to clean the room, the cops have already been in, they know it was suicide." He added.

Mrs. Moore committed suicide?

"I don't understand," I mumbled. Mr. Banks didn't say another word. He quietly left the room.

Mrs. Moore's death puzzled me. Something was wrong with the way she died, I knew it was suspicious. I walked over to the window which I had cleaned the day before, shivers running down my spine when thinking about what had occurred hours before. It's at that moment I realized something. I realized I knew Mrs. Moore too well, which meant I knew the woman didn't jump out of her window and committed suicide.

Mrs. Moore was afraid of heights. That had always been clear.

Mrs. Moore always made me close the curtains after washing the windows, it was unbearable for her to see outside. A woman who was terrified of heights wouldn't go near a window, so how did Mrs. Moore jump out of it? She would never kill herself that way.

As I studied the room, I noticed something else. Mrs. Moore's room was clean. It was always messy, no matter how many times I cleaned it. I shook my head, knowing something terrible had happened to Mrs. Moore. There were no cigarettes on the coffee table. The room was exactly the way I left it the day before. It was at that moment when I started to wonder whether Mrs. Moore actually returned from upstairs, when she went to confront the loud guest.

I wasn't certain about everything, but I knew one thing for sure, Mrs. Moore didn't commit suicide.

I had to say something.

I rushed out of the room and into the lift, hurrying down to the lobby, needing to find Mr. Banks, he had to listen to me. When the doors opened, I ran through the lobby and towards the front desk, immediately seeing Mr. Banks. I slammed my hand down on the desk, startling Mr. Banks.

"Brittany!" He shouted, looking alarmed. "You scared me," he said.

"Mrs. Moore didn't commit suicide," I blurted out. Mr. Banks frowned, not understanding what I was saying. I knew he had to listen to me, so I continued. "The woman hated heights, there's no way she would jump out of the window when she couldn't even look out of it!" I added.

Mr. Banks looked around the lobby, hoping no one could overhear what I was saying. "Let the woman rest in peace, stop with this nonsense!" Mr. Banks said.

I sighed. "She would never kill herself!" I exclaimed. "We all I know what she was like, there's no way she committed suicide."

"The woman was depressed," Mr. Banks argued. I wasn't convincing him. The man wasn't listening to me. "Get back to work, I don't want to hear another word!" He snapped.

"She didn't kill herself," I repeated.

Mr. Banks crossed his arms and cleared his throat. "Are you suggesting that Mrs. Moore was murdered?" He asked.

I gulped. "That's exactly what I'm saying," I said confidently.

Mr. Banks studied me for a moment. "Get back to work," he said quietly, wanting to drop the subject.

Nobody ever listened to me, not even Mr. Banks. At that moment I knew I was alone, there was no point trying to convince anyone. I wasn't going to drop the matter, something was wrong and I needed to do something about it. I was going to find out what had happened to Mrs. Moore.

Later that day I went to clean Ms. Lopez's room. There's a reason why I saved that room till last. Ms. Lopez was the last person to see Mrs. Moore alive, I assumed.

After knocking several times the door swung open, revealing the angry man from the day before. "What do you want?" He asked in that low rough voice of his.

"I'm here to clean the room," I said to him.

Johnson looked me up and down. "The rooms clean, piss off," he mumbled, almost slamming the door in my face.

"Let her in," I heard Ms. Lopez shout from the couch. I smiled when I heard her voice, but then I remembered the way she had spoken to me the day before, how rude she was. My smile quickly faded. "You can clean the room, just don't take long," she said when I entered the room.

Ms. Lopez left the room and went into the kitchen. I looked around the living room which Johnson claimed wasn't a mess. Everything was all over. Beer stains covered the carpet and a large crack was in the window. Ms. Lopez and her friend had completely trashed the suite. The worst part about it was Ms. Lopez seemed to be completely oblivious to the mess. Was she not embarrassed? As I started to clean up the mess, I noticed Johnson standing by the door staring at me. It freaked me out a little.

"I saw you in the lobby this morning," Johnson said. I turned to face the man who was still leaning against the door. For some reason I wanted Ms. Lopez to walk back into the room and make Johnson disappear. She, however, seemed to be too busy in the kitchen.

"I've been working all day," I replied, picking up another beer can.

"I heard what you said to that man," Johnson said, moving away from the door and towards me. I gulped nervously. I didn't think anyone could hear the conversation I had with Mr. Banks.

"Oh," I whispered, not knowing what else to say. "I'm sorry if I was unprofessional I-"

"You think that old bitch was murdered?" Johnson asked, cutting me off. His fists were clenched, was he going to hit me?

Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. "I should really start cleaning the suite, I'm sorry about the conversation you overheard, you wont hear anything like that again, I assure you," I said.

"Why do you think she was murdered?" Johnson asked.

I picked up another beer can. "I'm just going to clean the suite," I repeated.

"Answer the question," I heard a familiar voice say. I turned my head towards the kitchen, Ms. Lopez was standing there with a knife in her hand.

Getting involved was a bad idea. "I-I c-can," I stuttered, not making any sense. "Can you please lower the knife?" I asked, feeling frightened.

Ms. Lopez lowered the knife.

"Answer the question," she demanded, her fists clenching the knife. What the hell?

"I knew Mrs. Moore very well, she hated heights and I know she would never kill herself," I said.

Ms. Lopez turned to face Johnson. "Why didn't you tell me about this?" She asked. "Someone figured out that the old bitch didn't commit suicide and you didn't inform me?!" She snapped, startling us both.

"I-I was going to tell you," Johnson said, slowly walking backwards.

"When?" Ms. Lopez questioned.

Johnson gulped. "After I had dealt with it," he said.

What the fuck? Oh, they had something to do with the death of Mrs. Moore! I knew I was right. I just knew it.

"You murdered her," I blurted out. My eyes widened when I realized what I had said. if they did murder Mrs. Moore, then that would mean that they would have no problem killing me. Once again I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

Ms. Lopez snapped her head towards me. "We didn't kill her!" Ms. Lopez shouted.

I dropped the beer can on the floor. "But you just said-"

"Shut up!" Ms. Lopez shouted. She ran her fingers through her long dark hair. "Okay, we killed her," she said in a calm voice.

"It looks like we've just found victim number five," Johnson laughed. Victim number five? Was that me? Tears streamed down my face, I was absolutely terrified. Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? Why did I have to go to Mr. Banks?

"Please don't hurt me," I begged.

Ms. Lopez walked towards me. "We were in the middle of killing some dwarf when there was a knock on the door. That bitch from downstairs was complaining about the noise. Do you know how pissed that made us? All we wanted to do was torture the dwarf, but we were interrupted. She begged for mercy, I don't think she wanted to die." Ms. Lopez said, horrifying me.

How could anybody be so sick?

"We asked what her biggest fear was," Ms. Lopez continued. She stopped in front me, I could feel her breath on my face. "She said she hated windows, they terrified her, so do you know what we did?"

I shook my head, not wanting to communicate with the completely mentally disturbed people in front of me.

"We threw her out the window," Ms. Lopez said. "She screamed on the way down, it was pretty fun to watch," she laughed.

"You're mad, both of you, this is ridiculous! This is sick!" I snapped.

"What's your biggest fear?" Ms. Lopez asked.

"Oh god, you're going to kill me aren't you?" I sobbed. "Please just let me go, I-I wont say a word, we can completely forget about this and I swear I wont go to the cops or anything. You can trust me." I tried to reason.

Ms. Lopez blinked. "What's your biggest fear?" She repeated.

I gulped. Either way I was dead. "You," I said, looking into the womans dark eyes. "You're my biggest fear," I added.

I was never scared of anything growing up. Insects and bugs didn't bother me. I wasn't afraid of the dark and believe it or not, I actually liked clowns. There had only been one time in my entire life that I had been scared, and that was the moment Ms. Lopez asked me a question. Yes, she was my biggest fear.

Ms. Lopez frowned. "I'm not going to kill you," she said.

"You're not?" I asked.

Ms. Lopez shook her head. "No," she whispered. "I'm going to keep you as my pet, I'm going to torture you for the rest of your life, I'm going to make sure you're always terrified."

"No," I begged, trying to move away from Ms. Lopez.

"Enjoy the last few moments of your life," Ms. Lopez hissed. "Because by the time I'm done with you, you're going to wish you were dead."