Chapter 1 - new home, crazy neighbor
Ellie, a twenty three year old collage dropout had just moved from her old home to a new house in a small town. She had always loved how quiet small towns like this one is and was delighted to have found a home here.
She slowly pulled up into the driveway and opened the car door before stepping out of the car. She stood at 5′9 but appeared to be 5′11 with her two inch heels on. Her long, wavy, dirty blonde hair laid over her shoulder, the hair framed her face perfectly, only accentuating her almond eye shape and forest green eyes. Her body was plump yet perfect - ivory skin with freckles on her cheeks and nose, chubby belly, wide hips, thick thighs, perfect round fat ass, large k cup soft breasts and narrow shoulders. Every inch of her body was shaven clean and finally she was wearing a red, short dress, it was tight, hugging her curves and it went quite well with the fishnet stocking she wore underneath too.
She opened her trunk and grabbed what she could carry from it before heading to the door and opening with some struggle - but once she got it open, she set everything down then took a deep breath and began to look around the house.
It was a little bit of a fixer upper - scratch that, a big fixer upper - it had chipped paint, dirty carpets, broken windows and worst of all half of the light bulbs were broken or just didn’t work at all. She rested her hands on her hips, cussing under her breath softly.
“Great.” She whispered, her voice soft like honey, “Just fucking great.” She moved her hands and rested them by her sides before strutting back over to her stuff - of which was all neatly packaged in boxes.
She begins to cut the boxes open, but stops, swearing that in the corner of her eye she saw the next door neighbor standing in front of their window. She slowly stood up with caution before making her was over to the window and looking at her neighbors.
The neighbor’s curtains were down, but they were mostly see through making it easy to see a silhouette if there is one. Then she saw who ever they were appear up in front of the window before she went against the wall, hope who ever it was didn’t see her - luckily she got a good enough look to know a few things; the silhouette was one of a man, there was no doubt of that, most likely a tall, muscular man from the look of it - but she couldn’t be too sure.
He placed her hand on her chest gently and sighed heavily before attempting to take another peak through her window at the neighbor’s window to see if they were still standing there - they weren’t anymore - but the window was... Open?
“No, that’s not strange, people open their windows all of the time.” She told herself but then covered her mouth to stop a scream when she saw a body bag drop out of the window into the garbage bin - there was no doubt; that was a dead body. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm her raging heart. She wanted to call the cops, but her hands were shaking too much and she didn’t know what would happen if she did - she could end up as the next victim for all she knew.
She shook her head, “was that really a dead body...?” She whispered, “no, it couldn’t have been, right?” She tried to convince herself - she was scared but she knew she had to speak with this possibility deranged killer - bit she didn’t know how.
“Tomorrow.” She told herself, trying to be brave, “I’ll speak with them tomorrow” with that said, she sat there, in front of the window - dreading tomorrow and the possibility of being dismembered into pieces by some maniac.
On shaky legs she stood up, using the wall for balance. She mentally prepared herself, knowing there’s go turning back and knowing that she might not come back.
