Writing To Entertain - Short Story - It was Friday night, my mum had arranged to go out with my dad...

   ‘Time for some popcorn’ grinned Janet. ‘Yeah course!’ I walked in the kitchen and started making some, when the phone rang. I could hardly hear it from all the popping. I answered but they hung up. I ignored it and started pouring a few drinks. As soon as the popcorn was done I put it all in a tray and took it to the living room. I looked outside on my street, it was the middle of November, it was pitch black, it was nearly 9.45. She should have arrived 15 minutes ago. I picked up the phone and rang her house, her mum picked up. ‘ Hi its Emily, just wondering has Angela left yet?’ ‘Hi Emily, she left over an hour ago hasn’t she arrived yet?’ ‘ Don’t panic, she went back home to get a DVD which she forgot, we were expecting her back by now that’s all’ ‘I’ll tell her you called as soon as she gets in’ ‘Ok Mrs Morisson’. I Hung up. ‘She hasn’t even got home yet Janet’. ‘Are you serious? What’s this girl up to again’ ‘Don’t worry she’ll be here soon change the channel this is crap’. Janet picked up the remote and started flicking around, looking for anything decent. She stopped on the local news channel, when something caught my eye. ‘Stop, stop’ I said. It was our town centre, which was on a live broadcast. It was a reporter who seemed to have police protecting her whilst she was explaining what looked to be a brutal murder…In our own town? Can’t be.

   We listened as she explained. ‘At approximately 8.30 this evening a young girl was stabbed in 13 different places before being dumped in the brook running behind Winchester Road. Janet was silenced. I froze, trying not to believe the fact that Ange had been gone for almost an hour now. We both knew what each other was thinking but neither of us had the courage to say it. Our eyes stayed focused on the screen and what the reporter had to say. She continued: ‘The body hasn’t been identified but the victim seems to be between the ages of 18-24. We both took a deep breath and listened, still in shock of what’s happened. ‘She stopped talking and held her ear-piece to her ear…’we have just received some horrific news’ she said, she looked confused, shocked and a bit shaky. It seems to be there is a ruthless murderer on the loose. A man was found dead in his garden around 10 minutes ago, we urge everybody in the North Harlem area to stay at home until the F.B.I hunt this man down’ Janet dropped the remote and ran for the phone. She was going to call Angela’s mum. ‘The Lines Dead!’ she screamed, I looked outside and I saw a dark shadow climbing up my wall. I wanted to shout but I was breathless…