Chapter 14
I was stunned. I'd never expected Justin to ask me to marry him.
"Alyse?" he said.
"What?"
"What's your decision?"
"Well..."
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I quickly finished my letter and signed my name. I was writing a letter to my friend David telling him about the week so far. I looked at my watch. It was 7:45. The mailman picked up the mail at 8:00. I quickly threw the letter in an envelope and wrote the address on the outside. Then I ran out of the mansion and down the road that lead to the mailbox. When I got there, I was out of breath. I saw the mailman getting the mail. The strange thing was that there was a big Mac truch parked mearby, and no mail truck.
"I have one more letter," I said. The mailman looked up from the sack of letters. He had strange features, as though he was from many different countries. He took the letter from me and put it in the sack.
"If you don't mind my asking, why don't you have a mail truck?" I asked.
"I'm not really a mailman, I'm a trucker," said the man. His voice surprised me. His words were slurred, and his voice had a strange tone to it.
"What country are you from?" I asked.
"England, Italy, China, and Australia."
"How can you be from four different countries?"
"My mom was born in England, my dad was born in Italy, my other mom was born in China, and my pit bull Susie was born in Australia."
This guy was definately on the strange side.
"Sir..."
"Call me Bob. Someone once told me that was my name."
"Okay, Bob, what else do you have in that truck besides mail?" I asked.
"Nothing illegal, I swear!"
"Okay, okay, I believe you," I lied.
"It's been nice walking with you, um, what's your name?" said Bob.
"Lance. And don't you mean talking?"
"Yea. It's been nice talking with you, Lance."
"Same here," I said.
Bob got in his truck and drove away. I wondered how long he had been hanging around here. Long enough to be the murderer?
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After dinner I was on the internet talking to my friend Mike. He was telling me about some of the things going on back home. Then there was a knock at the door. I said bye to Mike and closed my laptop, and went to the door. It was Nate, the chef.
"Natalie, come with me! I need to talk to you," he said.
"Why?"
"There's no time to talk, just come with me."
"Well, okay," I said and followed him. He lead me into the kitchen, and then we went into the huge meat freezer.
"The freezer, what the..." I started and then what was happening hit me. "You're the murderer, aren't you? You're gonna lock me in here and let me freeze to death! The murders are real! Help! Someone, help me!" By this time I was screaming.
"No, I'm not the murderer. And screaming wouldn't do you any good in here, the walls are too thick to let any sound out. Just come with me," he said and opened a panel in the back of the freezer. "Go in there."
It was cold in the freezer, and I was wearing shorts and a tank top, so I decided to obey even though I had no idea what I was getting myself into. After I was in, Nate climbed in and shut the panel almost completely. I could see that we were in some kind of hallway.
"Oh, cool! A secret passage!" I was fascinated.
"Not so loud!"
"Okay. What did you want me for?"
"Natalie, you're in great danger."
"Why?"
"Last night I overheard a conversation. It wasn't a pretty one. I heard the murderer talking. Nat, you're next. The other murders weren't real, but if you don't watch your back yours is gonna be," Nate said.
I was speechless. "Who was it? Who's the murderer?"
"I've said too much already."
"Nate, tell me!"
"I can't."
"Nate, my life is at stake here!"
"So is mine! For what I've said already I could be killed."
As if on cue, someone came up from behind and tightened their hands around Nate's neck. Nate fell to the floor with a thud. My first instinct was to scream, but I stopped myself because I had to keep quiet if I wanted to save my life. I quietly backed against a wall.
"That'll show him," said the killer. I immediately recognized his mascueline voice.
Then he started humming something. Soon he started singing along too. I recognized the song as "Lucy" by Hanson. Only he was changing the word Lucy to Sydney. "Hmm, the killer has a crush," I thought to myself. "I might be able to use this to my advantage."
Then he stopped singing. In a rather loud and alarmed voice, the killer said, "Who's there?"
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