Serial Killer
Alicia sat outside watching the tea slowly expand into the water. Then she heard a vehicle in the distance. She jumped up and looked, it was a truck. The truck slowed down near the entrance and rolled the window down. Alicia saw an elderly man in the drivers seat and began to wave frantically.
The truck turned in and drove down the dirt lane towards the trailer.
Alicia felt an extreme rush of relief and fear, she began jumping up and down and waving both arms.
The old man got out of the truck, his face was dark red from too much sun over the years. He smiled at her as he hobbled towards her, “Well Hello There! You sure are a friendly little thing. I’m Frank Carson, I used to own this land.”
“Can you help me!” Alicia said quickly.
“Help you with what?”, the man limped closer and noticed the chain on her ankle. His smile faded and he looked back up at her. “What’s going on here, Missy?”