No, not the doorknob

“Olivia” Liam called out

“Olivia” He yelled, his voice echoing through the kitchen where Olivia had dropped the phone.

Enveloped by worry, he jumped from where he sat on the bed, and began to pace his room, bellowing her name frantically.

The murderer snuck out of where he was hiding behind the counter, cursing the pot that fell in his mind. He creeped quietly to where the phone was lying on the floor and clicked the end call button.

Dropping the phone on the counter, he proceeded out of the kitchen to search for his prey. He had worked hard to put her in this corner and wouldn't want anything to get in his way.

Just a while ago, she had been watching a movie; smiling and talking on the phone with no care for the world. That was what he loved about assassinating someone, the ignorance.

He had been watching her right from the time she got back from the grocery store. He had watched her clean the house, cook a meal, before settling on the couch to watch a movie. She didn't know h