It was a tiring day at school. i came back home on Friday, threw my bag onto the bed and immediately called up my friend. "so, you coming today?" i asked. "well...." she began from the other end of the phone. "you have to! come on, you promised us" i said whining like a puppy that is searching for its lost mother.
"i can come but the thing is that i don't want to"
"oh come on i know you don't want to come because you want to read the new murder mystery book you got last night. come on Patricia, everyone's going to be there. you know you want to. you can get the book along with you"
That was so like Patricia. We were heading to Kim's aunty's beautiful villa for the rest of the weekend to chill out and all she could think was reading her book! If Patricia was given a whole library to her even that wouldn't be enough for her! I'm pretty sure if they stop publishing any more books now she can finish all of the existing ones by the time she is 90, if she remains alive that is!
Anyway, she finally agreed to come if we wouldn't tease her bookworm, thats what most of the girls do. On the way to the villa, Sharon and Patricia had a little fight because Sharon threw coffee on Patricia's book by mistake. At that moment, the anger in Patricia's eyes could set a piece of paper on fire! I had never seen her so violent before...never!
The next day was completely out of control. We had a great time at the pool. The villa was so big that we did not get time to explore it completely. There was a beach a stone's throw away from the villa, where we spent most of our time playing volleyball and surfing. As it was getting dark we sat by the beach as Kim's aunt barbecued the chicken. That night, all the girls told us many scary stories. For once, Patricia's reading was put to good use! the stories Patricia told us were horrifying! The incidents taking place in the story was something that would have never crossed my mind.
At night we said our good nights and went to our rooms. I was sharing the room with Kim. Ours was the one just below the attic so there a lot of noises. I was sleeping soundly, when i heard a shrill voice..someone was screaming. This voice was most definitely not from the attic! I woke up Kim and told her. She said i was probably imagining things because of the stories but i was sure this wasn't my imagination. Kim is the kind of girl who will never admit she is wrong so i decided to investigate this myself. I went downstairs and saw a shadow in the kitchen. As i entered i saw the sight that sent chills down my spine-there lay Sharon's dead body and next to it stood Patricia with an evil smile on her face!
