PROLUGE:

It's been two weeks since the 'event' happened, and Jill was having many therapy sessions ever since that day. Jill now had a fear with ringing phones and cell phones when she was in the dark and when she was alone. Jill would go on about how 'the stranger' would be the dark boogeyman haunting around the house and he would catch her if she closes her eyes. But Jill was out of the hospital, and her mother and father have been keeping an eye on her. Two eyes. And all of her friends never looked at her the same way again, and when they look at Jill, they see the dead body of Tiffany laying on the floor of a bathroom with her cellphone.

And Jill quite the baby-sitting business, and she decided to work at a small diner on the other side of town that was quite far from where she lived. It was the road that headed towards Dr. and Mrs. Mandrakis. It was actually 'Neds Pizza House' and it gave some good money and it had short hours. Fernhill, Colorado, was still buzzing around with what happened to the murderer of those 15 victims. Those victims were women, and Jill could've bee the 16th.

Present Time:

"When it's not easy, Jill will learn how to deal with it. She's a strong girl."

"Deal with what happened to her? How do you think she'll deal with it?"

"Honey, please. Not so loud. Jill's almost done with her session. Can't scare her."

"She's scared enough. And I'm proud of her for quitting the baby-sitting thing."

"I am too. And that's called progress. She's much better, and she has a new job."

"And I hope that's enough too. I really hope so. And if she's better, I'm better."

"Yes. And when her sessions are over. She'll have a new life. She will."

"Ok. Ok. And I'm really glad that we have Dr. Brown talking with her too."

"Dr. Brown is very keen to Jill's emotions. She'll handle everything."

"I hear you. Ok. I-I just don't want my daughter to go through that again."

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson lastly finished their discussion as their daughter came through the wooden door along with her therapist, Dr. Brown. They smiled in greeting. Dr. Brown was one of the best in town, and she was doing a good job with Jill. And Jill seemed to be a whole new person.

"Hey mom. Hey dad."

"Hey sweety," Mom whispered and gave her daughter a big hug. Her mother kissed her hair and rubbed her back.

"Ok, mom. Ok," Jill softly pushed her mother away. She wasn't a child anymore.

"Jill. Ready to go?" Her father smiled and handed Jill her travel bag.

"Yes. I've been waiting for this for a really long time."

"It's just what you needed. Come on, we'll miss the flight."

"Ok. Let's go. Can't wait to get outta here," Jill referred to Fernhill. Jill jogged over and she hastily picked up her travel bag and out the doors, and her parents seemed to be very happy for her. Jill had been waiting for this for the past two weeks ever since the 'event' happened. And she's been growing impatient too, and she wanted to unwind and feel good again. Dr. Brown stood behind them with a smile on her face. Her mother came to her.

"Was everything alright? Is she doing ok? What did she say? Will she be alright?"

"She'll be just fine, Mrs. Johnson. Her emotions on what happened two weeks ago just seemed to have vanished. And Jill's ready to move on. She progressed quicker than I had hoped for."

"What about this week? Er, for the next 2 weeks? Do you think she'll do alright without the sessions?" Mr. Johnson asked, rubbing his chin.

"Yes, she'll be alright. Just as long as she takes her pills. Do you have them?"

"Yes, their here in my purse." Mrs. Johnson said and she dug through her purse and took out the orange cup that labeled 'Jill Johnson,' on the side.

"Does Jill carry around a cup of hers?"

"Every day."

Dr. Brown smiled," Then everything will be alright. Jill is perfectly find now. She's back to normal. And she's ready for her vacation."

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson smiled and they walked out the door to see Jill waiting in the black SUV with a lot of travel bags in the back and they had to hurry to make their flight to the Utah. Mr. Johnson's father owned a large cabin there, and he would spend 2 weeks there with his family. Even when Jill was a little girl.

NEWS:

FREAK ACCIDENT INVOLVING COW

Reporter:

Just moments ago, reports said that a police car with a lethal criminal inside have gotten into a freak accident on route 37. Both police officers are dead, and the car just collided straight into the animal, throwing both police officers out of their seats. The criminal inside was being transported to another prison to spend more than 10 years, but he was no where to be found. And the murderer has escaped. He has escaped. Identity unknown, but all citizens be warned.

1 DAY LATER:

"Dad? Can we stop at the next gas station? I need to use the restroom."

"Sure thing, sweety. I need to gas up the car, anyway."

"And Jill? Do you think you can get snacks too? Your father is hungry."

"Yea," Jill agreed and took 10$ from her mother's palm.

Mr. Johnson drove for 2 more miles, and finally he saw a gas station and he pulled over and the hot sun overhead was hot at this time of season. Mrs. Johnson got out of the car to wipe the windows down, and Jill hopped out and she went into the gas station to use the restroom and get some snacks. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson wasn't really comfortable leaving Jill alone, but it was only a small gas station.

Jill used the restroom and then she began to gather snacks on the shelves and she was careful not to pick up any chips. She needed to lay off of them. And finally picking out what she needed, she went to the cashier. She placed all the items and beverages on the counter and hoped she had enough.

"Hey, um excuse me, have I seen you somewhere?"

"I don't think so?" Jill was a little shaken by the weird question.

"Wait, aren't you Jill Johnson?"

"Yea. How do you know me? I don't know you."

"You and your family and the Mandrakis were on the news."

Jill didn't want to be reminded on what happened, but she had to play it cool and she was done with her therapy sessions for the next to weeks too. She wanted to make it worth while and the money. So Jill sucked in her breathe and she smiled and she pretended to be proud, proud to know that she was on TV. Because some teenagers make it seem that it's a big deal to be on TV. The cashier smiled, and Jill thought that the women was nice and she was just curious too.

"Yes. I am." Jill smiled, and she was…ok?

"Wow. It's amazing how you got away with that one. He was a killer."

"Yea. I guess it was…luck. Or it was just awkward…clumsiness."

"Hope you and your family are alright. It's must've been tragic."

"Oh, it was and we're alright. We're here on vacation."

"Oh! Good, have a nice day! Best wishes to you all. You have my prayers."

"Thank you, have a nice day too."

NEWS:

FREAK ACCIDENT INVOLVING COW

Reporter:

Just moments ago, reports said that a police car with a criminal inside have gotten into a freak accident. Both police officers are dead, and the murderer has escaped. He has escaped. Identity unknown, but all citizens be warned. Video footage caught that the escapee was headed West from Colorado and hasn't been seen since, but the police are searching and they're trying to find out who the next victim will be.

The cashier gasped, and she had the urge to run out and warn Ms. Johnson about what the News had announced, but when she looked outside….Jill Johnson had already left. And she was headed West of Colorado with both of her parents. The cashier felt sick that she wasn't able to warn her in time.

"No…"

SOME HUNDRED MILES LATER:

"Jill, we're here. Get your bags. Jill, we're here."

"I heard you mom…"

Jill got her bags from the car and she began to walk up to the cabin. The yellow leaves below her crunched, and it flickered in the cold wind of the mountains and Jill didn't like the grey cold. It was like always. The dark red and brown house that matched up with the trees around it, and the old water well near the front, the tree swing in the back yard, the pathway that lead up to the mountain, the garden in the house, and the clear wide windows that shimmered in the sun and it was always beautiful. Always beautiful here. And Jill would love the smell of pine and oak and maple and birch and…the grass when it was rotting in the front yard.

"Looks great."

Her parents smiled and began to unpack the car, and Jill stood in front of the house and stared at it. Memories came back.

Jill felt the wind ease down and Jill was comfortable to take off her tan jacket that she wore when she went to baby-sit at the Mandrakis' house. But this cabin was more different than their house, and it was more…like home. The cabin was as big as their house, but not as fancy. Their cabin in Utah definitely did not have wide-screen TVs, large silver monster refrigerators, automatic lights in every room, and soft leather couches….and it wasn't haunted by a killer either.

Jill shivered at the thought. She didn't need to see his face again. She remembered the tequila. The fire. The children. The yellow birds. His face behind the glass and he was slamming his fist. The fire. The black cat. Chester. His face. The police car. The children. His face. And his face again.

"Honey?"

Jill was torn from her memory lane as she looked back at her mother's face, and she smiled in return to her answer. Jill and her parents jogged up the steps and her father unlocked the door, and they all entered to the cabin. The cabin was suppose to be old and dusty, but it looked brand new. The wooden floors were neatly polished and the walls stood tall and proud, and the furniture looked fresh and clean and smelled like a new car, and the clean rooms were welcoming and spacious.

"Wow. This looks great," Jill commented.

"Yea. It's comfy. Warm."

"Ok, let's get everything in."

Her father went back to the car to get more stuff and her mother was getting some stuff from her bags. Jill already gotten her bags inside and so she began to head upstairs and to her room. The room down the hall and to the left.

The room she always slept in when she came to the cabin. And Jill had entered her room and it brought memories back again of the good old times with her parents and her grandparents and her cousins and her aunts and uncles. With friends and neighbors that lived 5 miles down the road. And the many birthdays, anniversaries, and celebrations that were held here. Happiness was born here. But the longer that Jill was alone in her room and the darkness crept it, the memories of her stalking back at the house came back too and it was…horrible.