Thread: Twisted [Caliban & Zeeman]

Matt was sure Aimee had been home for at least an hour when he parked not far from her house. He knew the neighborhood well enough as he had spent some time getting familiar with it. Where he was parked he could see the front of her house, and with his nice new binoculars he could see right inside through her front windows. He watched her for quite a while, going through his plan in his head, when he was ready he started up his SUV and slowly drove it to her driveway. When he had it lined up nicely he shut the engine off and let it coast right in next to her car. living in such a crime free area Matt knew that lots of people were a bit slack about locking their doors the minute the got home. He also knew from experience that Aimee was a bit lax in that department. Oh sure she would most likely lock it before she went to bed but he figured she would have left it unlocked as she would normally, knowing that Kevin the dick head would be along soon. But not this night. Being as quiet as possible Matt got out of the SUV and went to her door, he left his door ajar. He had already checked out the neighborhood and it sure seemed to be very quiet, blinds drawn everywhere. No nosy neighbors to worry about. He walked up to the front door, ready to use plan A or plan B. First plan A, see if the damn door was actually locked! If not he was just going to knock, knowing she would be pissed at him for just showing up, but certainly she would at least open the door to bitch at him! He very quietly tried the door handle, he grabbed it and tried to turn it. It turned slowly to the right, it made a few clicking noises but not very loud at all. He ever so slowly pushed the door in, it moved quietly. As he opened the door more he slowly released the knob quietly, he moved his body inside her house. With his ears on hyper alert for any sound coming from her he slowly closed the door. With that accomplished he stood still for a second and listened, all he heard was the TV on. He smiled to himself. being very careful to step softly he walked toward her living room and the sound of the TV. He paused to look around the corner of the entrance wall, and there she was. Her eyes were closed, she looked so comfy on the couch with her blanket and empty bottle of wine. Oh good he thought, looks like she finished off the whole bottle by herself. Matt was a very careful planer, he prided himself with being a very detailed and controlling person, he didn't like leaving things to chance. He got out the plastic bag in his pocket, he opened it and took out the chloroform soaked cloth and held it in his hand as he walked slowly to his sleeping Aimee. He was sure footed and purposeful as he walked behind the couch and right up behind her. just as he was reaching for her she seemed to be moving, he quickly took the last step. He lunged at her body, wrapping one big arm over the front of her, across her chest in an effort to hold he in place. The other hand came quickly over her mouth and nose, he covered that part of her face with the chloroform soaked cloth and held tight. His adrenaline pumping like crazy through his veins, his muscles tight and twitching.