Chapter Nineteen

BOOM and I'm here. Though I should probably focus on other things... OH WELL also credit for the pic goes to Yummykyman on tumblr fucking shes amazing. This pic kinda represents the mood...

                        \No P.O.V/

A slow knock came from Stan's front door. Its a knock that pauses every 2 1/2 seconds, very loud, but a leasure pace. It makes it all the more terrifying.

Butters is trembling, and whimpering softly, Kyle's breath is raged and hitched, Stan is in shock, Kenny is dead silent, and Cartman is shaking ever so slightly while reaching for his mom's taser.

"Oh com' on Stanly~ Arent ya gonna let your old friend in?"

A thick Southern drawl seeps through the door, his words laced with a bitter humor at the end. As if a sharp point was poking at your finger tips when ever a word sliped from his mouth.

"G-Guys, what do we do?" Kyle mummbles fearfully, her words shaking on each syllable.

"I DONT HAVE ALL DAY MARSH! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"

*CRUNCH*

The sound of splintering wood burst from the door, a large dent was made. Another kick and a large hole would replace it. "We need to go!" Stan shouted turning sharply, and sprinting to his back door. He flings it open and is met with a dreadful sight.

Wind howling and snow pelted everything in reach. Snow was plied up tall blocking the door, this had to be a record breaking storm for South park, maybe even in Colorado. And it just had to all happen right in this minute.

"Are the others in with you Stan?! Perhaps Red? Mmm aint she a beauty? Grown up sense last time I saw her! Maybe I'll keep her alive and she can repay me with her body!"

A cold prickeling sensation shot down Kyles spine, enough to make her flinch.

Cartman growled and clenched his fist. Stan snarled and let out a shakey breath. "I don't know what to do! Do we all hide?!" Stan whispers violently. Fear takeing over his 'keep calm manor'

"Sounds good to me!" Butters squeaked then bolted up stairs. Everyone followed rapidly. "Huh still not answering your door Marsh? Well I guess I'll just let myself in-!"

*THUD!*

A loud dull crash ran through out the house making everyone jump. Its then followed by another crash, and a splitering crack of the wooden door. Everyone scattered in the upstairs, franticly looking for a place to buy them time.

Kyle took out her phone and quickly dialed 911.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"There's a man breaking down my friends door! I'm at his place now!!"

"Kylie is that you?"

Kyle's face lit up, it was the officer that hired her and her friends as deputys. He recognized her voice!

"Yes, yes its me! Im at Stan's house-"

*CRASH!*

"TRENT BOYETT IS IN THE HOUSE! YALL BEST BE WETTIN YOUR PANTS RIGHT NOW!"

Kyle's breath hitched a few times as she tried to regane her breating under Stans bed.

"We will be there as soon as we can in this blizard!"

"Thank you." She whispered out, lowering her voice rang as she heres Trent stalking the downstairs.

"Where ya hide'n folks?!"

Breath, just breath, the cops will be here soon...

"Ohhh. Yall must be upstairs." He chuckled darkly. You could here the menace in his voice, its. Utterly. Stomach. Turning.

Oh, my fuck. Who the hell am I jokeing? Its a fucking blizard out, they aren't going to get here in time!

"Trent is on the first step... Trent is on the second step... Yall remeber that little scary story you would here as kids remeber? The one about the doll?"

He's fucking taunting us! Like a cat stalking a mouse, he's trying to invoke fear in us.

"Trents half way there folks... Please stay in tune for your punishment.

...And its fucking working...

"Oh look... I'm on the last step."

*squeeeeak*

Oh god, Im going to die.

"Who's in here I wonder?"

*Squeeeak*

One of the doors down the hallway open, the squeaking noise of the door breaking the awful silence.

"Ohoh?! Kenny McCormick is that you?"

No! No please no!

"Why are you so hell bent on killing us Trent?! It was years ago! Just let it go!"

*CRASH*

"DID YOU JUST FUCKING TELL ME TO LET IT GO YOU POOR PEICE OF FUCK?!"

"F-Fuck yo-ou."

"Big mistake."

A muffled shink sound came from the room next to Kyle.

NO! Kenny! O-Oh my god he just killed Kenny! That... THAT FUCKING BASTARD!

*Thud*

It doesn't take a genuines to know that, that was the sound of a body hitting the floor. In this case, a cold dead, and bloodied lifeless body.

"Thats one off my shit list... 4 to go."

Kenny, Stan, Butters, Cartman... I love you guys.

"Oh jee wonder who's in here?"

Dad, Ike, even Mom... I won't see them again. Sorry I couldn't watch you grow up Ike...

*creeeak*

"Hellooo?~"

Oh fuck.

Kyle's body racked silently with sobs. Though she made no noise. "Who's in here?"

Kyle tilted her head slowly to look from under the bed to the door. She could see Trents old shoes standing at the door way.

I never told Cartman how I feel... Oh well.. I geuss its something I'll take to my grave.

With the thought of dieing a tear sliped from her eye. Then another. She shut her eyes and muffled her unsteady breathing now with the mix of tears.

*Thump, Thump, Thump*

The heavy steps seemed like they echoed all threw the house. But it was only like that to Kyle, considering Trent was in the room. Right. There.

Kyle squeezed her eyes shut, shaking violently. The steps stoped...

Why... Why did he stop?

"Pika-boo red, I found ya."

I SCARED MYSELF WHILE WRITING THIS ;<

Hollister-mc~~~