The+neboirhood+pyscho

Once upon a time…. There was this young man who lived just down the road from me he was very nice and extremely attractive. Whenever I was sick he would always bring me my mail I thought he was always married or at least had a girlfriend. So one day I invited him over he got there with a puzzled look on his face as to why am I now asking him to come over. He sat down and we started talking I asked if he wanted any beverages he said Bud Light…” Sorry don’t drink” I replied. Than water works (he looks at me with this creepy grin).So what’s new with you anything exciting ? Well…He starts talking and I swear he could for hours I mean I don’t even think he took a breath in that time period, I had to stop him when he said he was going to New York for a week, Why are you going to such busy place on the busiest time of the year?! Well because I need to get out of that old creepy house (which in my case sounded crazy that house isn’t even old nor creepy) and I might go visit some old pals from collage yea know? I see are you excited? For the most part I am other than the flight Uhhh! I don’t think I can take those airplane peanuts are gross! Ha-ha I know what you mean my grandmother always gave them to us on Christmas in our stockings man did I get sick of those. (he asked me in a very strange way) Did you live with your grandmother when you were young? Ummm no she was developed with brain cancer and had to live with us for the time being I grew up in house of 2 older sisters and 1 older brother. What about you any brother’s or sister’s? Nope only child my mom past away when I was little so it was just my dad and me for the time being. Oh I’m sorry… From that moment there it kind of got a little awkward but soon after he began to talk some more which I’m okay with I mean I liked listening to him talk his voice kind of made me have butterfly’s. It was getting pretty late so I decided I would ask him if he wanted to stay for dinner. He Brett do you want to stay for dinner? I’m making tacos and Dr. Pepper meatballs? Well… I have no were else to be so why not. All right I’m going to make a run to the store you want to come? Nah ill run home and clean up a bit and come back over. Okay so he goes out side slowly walking down that stairs as if he was waiting for me to come right behind him. He get into his truck starts it up and slowly lets it warm up and brushes off the snow on the window. I hoop into my car back out and go im following him and he turns into his house and I pass. I slowly pass making sure he wasn’t going to go somewhere else in the mean time. I watch him go into his house and turn on one light but it’s the basement light? While being at the store I walk down the alcohol lane and pick up a 12 case of bud light. Driving back home I think to myself I hope he doesn’t think im trying to bribe him into dating me or worse.. Getting home I start cooking dinner I told myself I would wait a little bit to call him to invite him back over. Or should I just go pick him up cause he will be drinking and I don’t want him even pulling out in a car while intoxicated.?! Once the food is almost ready I go into my room and change my clothes I didn’t want to smell like sweat and perfume. So I simply slip on some cute jeans and a t-shirt sprayed some perfume I never wore and went back into the kitchen. A minute later I decided to call him…. He was on his way over now I peered out my window down the road to see if he was coming. I could see right into his basement window while watching he kept rising his hands as if he was yelling at someone. He get into his car and was just pulling into my drive way, The phone rang and I rushed to go pick it up “Hello?” Hi Bailey it’s Toni. Hey. I was wondering what are you’re planes tonight me and some of the girls were going to go hang out and wanted to know if you wanted to come? “I would if I could im having that oh so dreamy guy down the road Brett come over for dinner. Maybe again later” “But thanks anyways Hun!” Right when getting of the phone he walks in. Smells good! Here come sit down I grave him a drink get his plate already and sit down next to him. Yummy he whispers I haven’t haven’t had mean a meal like this in forever,(: Well good cause there is tons so don’t be shy and go get seconds. Moments pass as we sit and enjoy the dinner, So how was it(while finishing his 3’rd plate) Its was delicious thank you. Of course any time. I didn’t want to ask but felt it was a need. On my way I home when driving my I looked into your window and saw you talking to someone I may think?? He looked at me with this look as if I was joking. Umm no I was just moving things around and getting cleaned up? Oh I was just wondering cause you live home alone you did live home alone don’t you (this time I think he is getting creped out by me) Yes, my girlfriend did not leave me that long ago but yes I haven’t really been able to find someone like her, Yea know? It was awfully late and I was yawing “Well its getting pretty late would you like me to drive you home?” Oh no its perfectly fine I have it from here but thank you again for everything it was amazing I had a great night. I watch him leave and go home that night going to bed I fall asleep thinking about him and who or him he was really talking to someone…. Next morning waking up I think Brett is leaving today I should probably run over there and say good-bye. Getting dress and starting the car I thought maybe I should bring some of those left over so he has a part of home when he goes there. I pull up to his house and his car isn’t there so I wonder if he has already left. I get out and go knock on his door I wait and ring the doorbell no one answers so I drive back to my house and try calling him (I should have done this first.) No one answers so I suppose he has already left… Day’s and Day’s go by and I get more excited for him to come back but I don’t know why? January 18 he comes back today. I called and left him a message that when he gets home he should call me and tell me all about his trip. Around 6’oclock I look out window and see his lights on? I wonder if he got my message? Or doesn’t want to talk to me? What if he is mad or something? So I tried calling him again.. No answer I thought to myself I should just wait for him to call… The next morning I see Brett walking around out side looking into his basement window as if smoothing was broken or was trying to cover it up he kept looking back at my house every time he did I would jump back so he wouldn’t see me. I keep thinking he is hiding something down in the basement I would see him go by the strangest things and go right down I’ve never seen someone spend some much time in there basement. Earlier that day I saw him go by a shovel some garbage bags gloves and a needle I thought okay its winter you wont need a shovel? Garbage sure? Gloves for what im sure he doesn’t have any pets? And a needle I hope he isn’t it that crack or meth stuff. Later that night I look out again into the back he has a little shed in the right corner of his backyard I kept seeing him drag black objects into maybe throwing away old things or who knows.? I called him, he was in the shed and he heard the phone ring he went in side look out the window forwards my house and answers Hello he says (he sounds very tired and short of breath) “Hey Brett its Bailey!” “I was just wondering how your trip went and if you wanted to come over and talk some more?” Bailey im kind of busy I cant just stop everything and come talk to you. Im not going to be able to do much this week sorry I have to pack to go visit my mom. I’ll call you tommrow. Bye…. I watch him run back to the shed and go back to lifting the bags and throwing them in there at this point there are 3 garbage bags Plum Full of stuff he is also wearing those gloves? Maybe he is doing some cleaning I tell myself, I could watch him all night I don’t know what he is doing but I sure want to. As I watch him hours go by its is now 12:30 am. What the heck he is still doing up I wonder? As I start to dos off into sleep I hear a big bang BAAAANNNGGG!! I instantly wake up and look towards his house I see just the basement light on and him slowly walking out of the shed locking it up twice and going down stairs I watch him tear of the curtains that were covering the downstairs window he puts up much darker ones that have this weird patter to it as if someone was to take red paint and just splatter it on there. I wonder why he was being so rude on the phone with me tonight I was just trying to be helpful well fine I wont be nice to him I wont bring those left over I wont call wont talk nothing than he will be the one wanting to hang out. Ha-ha. I tell myself I should probable go to bed, Laying in bed thinking about everything I ask myself what was he doing in the shed why did he change those curtains? These thoughts have gone through my head all week and weekend. When that Monday he was leaving to go see his mom. I decided maybe when he is gone I could just go peek in there and see what really going on. Later that day I saw him driving away to his mommy’s house I loaded up and waited for it to get darker so people weren’t thinking things that did not need to be thought. It’s been 8 o’clock and I decided it was time I wasn’t going to drive down there and pull his drive and make is obvious so I walked. I got up to his back door and it wasn’t locked I walked right in the house it reeked of something horrible! I was gagging it was disgusting I went down stairs the floor was stained with dark colors and looked like its been washed Nemours times there curtains that were on the window before were now balled up in corner with more stains than the floor had. There was a big table in the middle of the room it was silver I thought I was in a horror movie there was this random chart on the wall that had many names on going from alphabetic order Aaron, Allan, Amanda, Brian, Brittney, Bell, Many more went all the way to the latter W. Most of them had little tiny red X next to them. This made me start to think more an more about this, I walked back up stairs and went to the shed in the back it was bolted lock and I couldn’t get it I wrote down the same lock and was going to break and decide to just buy a new one. I went and got some bolt cutters and went at it took me awhile to get it but once I got it cut it flung open knocked me down and two of the many bags rolled out it was Raunchy smelling and was very strong I couldn’t keep it out of my nose it was disgusting I wanted to cut open one of the bags just to see but was to terrified to find what was inside I toke the blot cutter and simply cut just a slit it tore more than I thought. PULMP! As it came all undone and this little girl’s body rolled out I feel to my knees balling I didn’t know what to do on her cheek scrapped into her skin was the name. Abigail with a tiny red x next to it. I was horrified I couldn’t believe my eyes I didn’t know what to do weather to call 911 or look some more.? I graved the bag and through it back into the shed crying and not being able to I ran back to my house called 911 and explained to them what just happen they came over as soon as they could. I explained to them they looked through the house. The next morning I received a phone call it was the police department they explained to me that Brett was a serial killer that they have been looking for, for at least 3 years. He left not telling any one where he was going he knew something was going on so he left he took everything with him not leaving one thing except for the cold unhearted bodies tied up not thinking anyone would know or find out. Ever. Knowing that I let the creep into my house and fed him. From that day forward I couldn’t believe what happen and I tell myself everyday that could have been in that shed.