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Silent Screams
Silent Screams
Silent Screams
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Silent Screams

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As a serial killer makes its birth be known, an officer of the law tries to put together the madness to put the killer behind bars, but this killer is good and taunts this officer's every dream.

Will the officer make the arrest or will this serial killer elude the possibilities?

Walk into the nightmare of Silent Scream.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTJ Weeks
Release dateJul 22, 2015
ISBN9781507805053
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    Silent Screams - TJ Weeks

    Chapter 1

    Castlerock had always been a peaceful little town. Trees lined the residential streets that were filled with old farm houses and sidewalks on each side. Downtown was quaint and had a town square where everyone would gather for get togethers that were often arranged by the locals for fundraisers and celebrations of different sorts. The small junior college sat off to the side of town square and brought great profit to the small business owners with the students running in and out constantly. Some of the businesses had even changed their hours by opening earlier and staying open later to get the best customer flow. Castlerock was almost becoming a ‘big town’. One highway ran through it, but Castlerock was made of mainly back country roads where the underage kids would drive to drink beer and hope to not get caught.

    There was never any real crime; just the basic speeder from time to time for the cops to mess with to meet their monthly quotas. The college kids usually kept to themselves and never caused any real problems. The occasional drunken fight at the local hangout was about the most excitement that would occur on campus.

    There was once a robbery at the locally owned gas station at the South end of town about ten years ago by some outsiders passing through. They had stopped at the station to get some gas, had pumped before going in and paying; once inside they loaded their arms with alcohol and snacks before walking out without paying for any of it. One of the boys grabbed a few packs of cigarettes from the small shelf on the counter and they all ran out of the store, jumped in their car and squealed tires out of the parking lot. That was the biggest thing to happen in Castlerock.

    That was until April Bates, I would love to tell you that everything was alright and that it started and ended with her, but it didn’t. Oh how it didn’t! There was so much more that the town was in shock for a long time, and even afterwards.

    ***

    The play was long, much longer than I had expected it to run. It was good though, I must admit, all two hours and forty-five minutes of it. The new cell phone I had just bought died in the midst of texting during intermission. It was fine though, since I got to chat with Whitney, who I had bumped into just before the play began. I was glad to have someone to sit next to, I focused more on my work than friends, but I happened to have a few. 

    When we returned to the filled auditorium upstairs, we passed another girl from our class, Faith. Whitney, sits diagonally behind me in the same auditorium the play we were watching was held in, for one of our classes. Faith sits diagonally in front of me for the same class. We invited Faith to sit with us during the second half. We had just enough time to discuss our conclusions from the first half before the second half started. We were full of quirky opinions and giggled a little just before they dimmed the lights, alerting us the second act was about to commence.

    Over an hour later the second half ended, we stepped out into the aisle and herded out of the doors like cattle with the rest of the audience. We filed out to stand in line with the loud mass of other students waiting to have their program stamped by the director, our teacher, to prove our attendance to receive credit for a major grade. Tomorrow morning, we would have to write a paper on our feelings and thoughts about the play for a test grade. Faith and I had lost Whitney in the mob, but continued to chat. At the end of the line after our stamping, a girl from my eleven AM cardio pump class was waiting for me.

    Hey girl! I'm going to be there tomorrow! She squealed excitedly.

    I couldn’t understand why; she rarely came to the class. She had one of those squeaky voices that was like nails on a chalk board, the typical blonde and always wanted to make everyone feel like she was better than them. Sadly, the only requirement for the class is that you had to be there every day, and she was not, therefore she would fail the easiest class the junior college has to offer. Some people have no ambition, especially her since mommy and daddy paid for college just to be able to tell people that their baby was making something of herself.

    That's great! I tried to return with like enthusiasm, Shame no one else will be there.

    What? Why not? I had easily confused her apparently.

    Because we don't have class tomorrow; she told us Monday that we wouldn't have class again till next Monday. Had she been there she would have known.

    OH! Well guess I will see ya Monday then! She bobbed her head, squealed, smiled and scampered off with a friend.

    I laughed at the girl with Faith as we walked to the end of the hall that led outside through the double glass doors.

    I should have just let her show up. I laughed.

    That would have been funny! Faith laughed back.

    Well girl I have a ninety-eight cent cup of Thai noodles awaiting me at home. I said with a smile. That and my fiancé has somewhere to be so I need to go home and be with my son. Have a good night though! Thanks for sitting with us. I wonder where Whitney went. Oh well, I guess we will see her in the morning. I said.

    She agreed, we hugged and Faith went in the opposite direction to her car. I began to walk down a narrow dirt path that was up against the outside auditorium wall to my own car. I had to park in the back since I was running a little late getting there. The parking lot in front was jam packed letting me know that it would be a full house on closing night. The path opened up to a sidewalk as I came to the end of the auditorium, there were two good sized buildings on either side. To my left, lights were still on in about every other window in the two story brown building for evening classes and to my right I could hear the roar of the ventilation systems outside the auto shop building, the old wooden fence surrounded the back of the shop laced with barbwire atop it that housed the cars. I could see through the glass that covered the steps inside to my left a young man was making his way down the stairs, leaving a night class I assumed.

    When I cleared the buildings and got to the opening of the parking lot, my car was in sight, suddenly the wind picked up. It's April in West Texas and slightly warm, I could smell the rain signifying a storm in the warm spring air. Not unusual around this time of year, given hurricane and tornado season were afoot. My white car reflected the street lights behind the building. The clank of my black uncomfortable high heels resounded loudly off of the rocky asphalt, bounced off of the walls of surrounding buildings and back to me. I scanned around me as I walked slowly to keep blisters from forming on the backs of my heels and could see the childhood homes of my friends from when I was a kid across from the exit of the parking lot. Hard to believe I roamed this neighborhood just twenty years before on nights like this, with toilet paper in hand and my closest girlfriends beside me, ducking behind bushes and hiding behind trees. My childhood home was all of a block from here. The once blue, two story Victorian house with huge windows and French doors that led to my room on the second floor, was now tan and couldn't be seen from where I was standing since more had been built around the area. I will never forget how easy my parents had made it for me to sneak out back then. Trellis lined the side of the house which enabled me to step out onto the small balcony outside my room, step over the railing and climb down like a ladder. My mother always asked why I used so much toilet paper, I remember telling her that one of my friends didn’t have any. She felt terrible, from that point on, she always bought an extra pack and told me to take it to my friend.

    I must drive by on my way home. I thought to myself.

    I fumbled for my keys in my oversized black purse while looking around for anyone lurking; I was always leery about someone attacking me when I was by myself. My dead iPhone lay in the way of my keys jingling at the bottom of the overfilled bag. I fought around the useless piece of technology and in the end won and retrieved my keys, giving a yeah! out loud at my triumph. I promptly dropped them onto the pavement by my driver’s side door, I searched the area and bent down quickly and grabbed them and unlocked my doors, checked the backseat and hopped in. I am a magnet, if you will, of sorts, with criminals and the mentally deranged, and my original major was psychology.

    As far back as I could remember, I had always wanted to profile serial killers. They fascinated me so. What made them the way they were and why? It resembled the play a little; I took the psychologist character’s point of view a little to heart. What went through their mind, what they thought about on a normal day and what they thought on a day that they killed before and after. I rolled down my window just enough for air to circulate through the car, the wind blew again and I inhaled it deeply looking around and taking in my surroundings. I always like to know who and what is around. I'm constantly conscience to the fact that at any moment something tragic can happen. People typically go missing in broad daylight, however, I got a calm and yet unnerving feeling this is the kind of night that brings out murderers.

    I locked all the doors as I always do, started up my Chrysler, scanned the lot one more time then pulled toward the exit. I turned out of the dark parking lot onto the road and drove past familiar homes

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