Luther Lorcan
"I still wish I gave him the money though," Amy Dooley caught her sentence in her throat with a slight worry, she had been on the phone for nearly two hours, each word she had to say was about her old boyfriend that she owed three hundred dollors last week but refused to give it to him.
The other line was breathing.
"Yeah," replied her friend Beverly. "you should of gave it to him, you know how Luther is this day in time."
"But I just couldn't!"
"Why not?" Amy remained silence, she sat on her computer chair surfing the internet, she then took a glance at the clock that hung steadily on the wall. It was past twelve.
"Well?" Beverly asked once more. "why not?"
"Ummmm..." the steady mumble seeped out slowly from her lips. "well.....I just couldn't, you know that man scares me....mainly after I found out he just wanted me for my money,"
Amy heard a moment of silence over the phone.
"You there?"
"Hmm? Oh, sorry, just watching the news.........oh my God,"
"What?" Amy asked hurridely.
"That poor poor girl....that......oh dear Lord!!!!"
"What, what! what's your freaking problem, your scaring the death out of me..." Amy was squeezing the mouse of the computer with fright easing through her bones, ever sice she was a little girl she was scared easily.
"Dear God, Amy, you shuold of gave Luther the money!"
"Huh, why?"
"It says here on the news that a man named Luther Lorcan had dated over thirteen girls for their money, and they refused!!!!"
"What?"
"You don't want to know what happened to those girls after they refused...you d-d-d-g-h---"
"Beverly, your breaking up!!!"
"G---f----hh---" suddenly the phone cut off, apparently she had lost the signal, after all, they were over a thousand miles away seeing that Beverly just had taken a vacation.
Amy hung up and stared hard at the computer, her nerves were racked, scared half to death abou the news.
What happened? Amy asked herself, nearly breaking the mouse from squeezing. why was he on the news, thireen girl, for money....they refused!!! What the h----"
Bump...
"What was that?" Amy asked herself. It sounded like something was on the porch, like a footstep. There was a window behind the computer, and she couldn't see a thing seeing that livingroom light was on and it was dark outside.
When Amy thought about what happened to the girls after they refused to give him the money she got to her found and quickly dialed 911.
After a moment of ringing: "911 emergancy, how may I help you?"
Amy caught the sentence in her throat, she was so scared she didn't know why she called the police...becuase she didn't even knew if it was someone on the porch.
"Hello?"
"Ummmm..." Amy hung up after a moment of silence, the silence remained there for the longest time until Amy realized the noise outside must've been a cat or something.
Amy placed the phone down and cooled herself, then, after some time of cooling herself, she got back on the computer.
Thump....slump....tat tat tat...
Amy jumped back in the chair in alram, someone was outside tapping on the window. Then she saw it, a man's face appeared through the transome.
It was the face of her old boyfriend, Luther Lorcan.
Amy let out a sream.
Luther formed a smile on his face, then, all of a sudden the lights in the house went out, including the power, now, she was in total darkness.
Amy got up from her chair and ran into the kitchen where she had kept a flashlight, when she got it, she turned it on, it revealed a small trial of ligh againts the objects in the kitchen.
Oh God, what do I do!!!! Amy asked herself. wait, maybe....just maybe.... Amy had a perfect idea, the money. The three hundred dollars that was kept in a drawer.
Tat....tat....tat....the tapping on the window grew louder.
Amy found the drawer and opened it, in it, revealed a note, the money was gone. Amy picked the note up with a gasp.
Dear Amy, it started. Your father and I borrowed the money so we could afford the hotel bill, we found a perfect hotel for our night out. We'll give it back soon, and P.S, get to bed before eleven!
Amy's whole body was stunned, there she stood, in the middle of the kitchen, alone in the whole trailor, with no money to pay Luther, and speaking of Luther, he was just outside, tapping on the window.
Amy ran back in the livingroom, outside, Luther got worst, he started banging againts the walls with his fist.
Amy prayed then gasped when she realized something. Amy then shown the flashlight againts the door in the room, that was next to Luther, the only way in, and out. She shown it down to the doorknob, and noticed with shock that it was unlocked.