911: 911, what is your emergency?Caller: There is someone inside the house, please, help!
911: Can you give me your name and your location,
please.
Caller: Alisa Hadley. I do not know the address. I
am at my friend’s summer house and someone was outside and now I
think that someone is inside the house. I can describ…
The call has ended.
Alisa Hadley
The lights went out, the phone fell silent and the
television in the living-room turned off. The power was lost or
someone had cut it. I put the receiver back to its place and
crouched. Then I crawled under the oakwood desk since there were no
other places to hide in the room. My heart was pounding so I wanted
to shush it. I could hear footsteps on the hallway or did I just
imagine it? Outside the window the summer night’s darkness
swallowed the surrounding forest and the wind from the sea knocked on
the wooden sash like it was asking to get in. My eyes locked on to
the oil lamp resting on the windowsill but I did not dare to stand up
to reach it.
I could definitely hear the footsteps now. They
came towards the office and finally stopped right outside the door. I
had been holding my breath for too long and it came out loudly. My
mouth was open and I was panting like a dog. My stomach hurt.
My friend had offered me her cabin, surrounded by
forest and in a lonely island, so I could work on my autobiography in
peace. That meant, I was alone, cut off from everyone by the sea. Or
so I had believed. But I should have known that the stalker would not
let me be, and earlier that night, before I heard someone coming into
the house, the phone had rang three times. The first and second times
there was nothing but silence on the other end, the last time I did
not even bother to answer.
Suddenly, the door opened and I was trapped. I
searched for something I could use as a weapon but all I saw was
pencils, books and binders. I pulled my knees to my chin and hoped
the stalker would not find me. But then a dark shadow leaned over me
and I could see the painted face of a grotesque rubber mask. That
scared me so I tried to quickly get up and ended up hitting my head
against the table. Then everything went dark.
24.06. Forty-two-year-old Alisa Hadley was
found murdered at her friend’s summer house
Alisa Hadley
called 911 ten past eleven at night and informed that there was
someone inside the house. Hadley did not remember the address and the
call ended before she could say more. Hadley’s friend,
and
the
owner of the summer house, Irene Potts later called the police
telling them she could not reach her friend. Police got the address
from Potts and when they arrived at the scene, they found Alisa
Hadley dead. She had been stabbed multiple times.
Forty-two-year-old Alisa Hadley was a kindergarten teacher and
she loved the theater. She had told to her friend that she wanted to
go to the summer house in order to write her autobiography. The house
was located on an island and surrounded by thick forest. However,
Irene Potts told that the real reason Hadley wanted away from the
city was that she had suffered some harassment back home. The police
confirmed that Alisa Hadley had received numerous disturbing phone
calls as well as letters through mail. The letters were written using
clippings
from magazines. The
content was disturbing. Irene Potts told that Alisa Hadley had
stopped everything, even going to the store alone, claiming that she
was sure someone was following her. Only one week prior to Hadley’s
murder, she had found her Affenpinscher dog Meemee, dead in a
cardboard box outside her house. A police report was made but the
perpetrator was never caught. The police believes that the
harassment has a connection to the murder.
Benjamin Porter
I sat quietly in
the closet. When I had been a kid, I had often
hid myself
in that very same closet when we were playing hide and seek. This
time I hoped the game would end before I was found. I heard how
someone was pacing around in the kitchen. I waited, holding my
breath, that I would hear that someone retreating into the
living-room as that would be my chance to make it to the front door.
Then I could simply run to our neighbor’s and call help. The
distance between us was over a kilometer but I could manage that
easily. Just last spring, I had won a race at school.
I could not hear
the footsteps anymore, so I yanked the closet door open and sprung
into the stairs. They were old and made out of wood, so they made a
terribly loud cracking sound under my feet. I went down the last
steps unbalanced like an elephant in a slide and almost fell face
down on to the floor. But not quite. I opened the front door and at
that very moment someone grabbed me by my shoulders. Then I could
feel stinging pain in my back and chest. I stopped moving and went
numb, it hurt so. Hands on my shoulders let go and I fell on to the
wooden porch that was wet from the rain. A burning sensation went
through my back. After that came even worse pain, as the something
used to struck me in the back, was pulled off. My head felt light.
Then I was struck again. The wind pushed the cold rain against my
face.
13.07. Teenage boy was stabbed in his home –
Connection to the Alisa Hadley -case?
Sixteen-year-old
Benjamin Porter was found dead Friday night. The young boy’s
parents were at a barn dance and Benjamin was home alone. Someone had
forced their way in and cut the power. Porter’s friend from school,
Ian Peterson, phoned 911 half past eleven, after Benjamin had called
him that there was someone in the house. Peterson said that Benjamin
had sounded genuinely scared. When the police took a
closer look at the case, it was revealed that Benjamin Porter had
received phone calls and letters similar to ones Alisa Hadley was
getting before her death. The boy’s parents had not known anything
about them.
“We thought
he was
getting letters from his friends. We never opened them”, Mrs.
Porter explains. Nevertheless, Benjamin had told about the calls and
letters to his
friends
from school.
“We thought it
was a bully
from school.
Benjamin was not too popular amongst older kids”, Ian Peterson
says. The police have not yet found a connection between
Benjamin Porter and Alisa Hadley. They had never met each other. It
is recommended that if you receive any disturbing calls or letters,
you should immediately inform the police.
Sandra James
I was lying on
the floor, and I heard the footsteps disappearing in to the hallway.
Then the front door to the stairway was slammed shut so forcefully
the doorbell in it clang faintly. I heard him running down the
stairs. Someone
stop him, please!
He
had thought I was dead already, but I was still breathing among the
blood gushing from my lips. Everywhere I saw only red and the world
was spinning around in circles. My body was hurting so I could not
feel it anymore. I could not move. I was covered in holes, like a
voodoo doll. The noise in my head grew louder. It was hard to
remember what had just happened.
At
first it was cold, then warm and then hot. The world disappeared in
front of my eyes. I was left lying in the pool of my own blood as my
consciousness drifted away.
01.08. The
third victim of The Stabber: Twenty-six-year-old Sandra James
History
student was found dead in her apartment 31. of July, when the
neighbors informed the police about loud screaming in the building.
Sandra James had received letters almost identical to the ones Alisa
Hadley and Benjamin Porter. It had the same pattern;
at first they
had been friendly and harmless but soon escalated into threats.
Sandra James had not told about the letters to her parents or her
friends or the police. There were no signs of forced
break-in. Sandra had let the perpetrator in herself. This leads the
police to believe that it was someone she knew or someone posing, for
example, as a janitor or a salesman. The
young woman had been stabbed several times and there was evidence
that she had fought back. In any of the three crime
scenes,
no
evidence has been found.
The police are now looking for a serial killer, and encourage people
to keep their doors locked at all times and to inform if there is
anything unusual.
***
I stare my
next victim through the glass. My victim does not see me or even know
that I exist. The game is about to begin. I have my victim’s phone
number and I am going to make a call soon, the very first one. I have
shadowed my victim for many days now. To the market, to the park, I
think my victim feels my stare as I have seen you turn around and
look for something as if you knew I was following. That is good.
I can see you
sitting there, poor posture, thinking you are alone. Reading. I have
seen you talk to yourself when you think no one hears. Your phone
will ring soon.
You should
close the windows, close the doors. I see you. Can you feel it?
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