Okay, not for finishing the dream. So we were staring out the window, waiting for the blood red SUV to come. We knew it would. And it did. I was immediately terrified beyond petrification, but then I made myself get up to go downstairs and warn the people in the main lobby that he was coming. I told everyone in our room to hide in the closests and stay in an area where their presence was inconspicuous, so he wouldn't likely target any of them. Then, I walked downstairs, in my pajamas, to the room where breakfast was served. To my horror, my mother, who didn' t know who he was or what he looked like, had him inside! She was offering him a seat in the little restaurant, and when I came over, she smiled at me, motioned for me to sit with him, and walked away to tend to other customers. Would anyone believe me that he was the mass murderer if I said it out loud? And I couldn't! Likely, he had weapons on him, and he would begin to kill us all if I said anything. Adrenaline began to pulse through my veins as I stared at the man over a foot taller than me with short light brown hair, and brown/green eyes. I almost passed out when I saw his eyebrows raise in interest as he began to eye me. "Hello. What is your name?"
Oh, crap! Should I tell him my name? "Uh, I'm Jenny. What is your name?"
"I'm Michael. It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you having your breakfast now?"
I thought a moment. I couldn't leave. He could follow me to the stairs, where I'd be isolated and alone...a pefect place to rape and kill someone. "Yeah, I'm having breakfast now. I'm pretty hungry."
"Well, come sit with me," he suggested, taking my arm and leading me to an empty table. Then, we started takling. Just a little. I had to pretend I didn't know who he was. He certainly was very talented at flaunting his identity. Thus, I went with it. Soon after, my mom and several of her friends who also worked at the hotel were sitting at our table, and he seemed to just fit in with all of us. He definitely was cute...but under that, he was a vile vicious, cold blooded murderer.
As we ate out eggs and bacon, we continued to talk. I really wanted to leave, but I was pretty sure he wasn't going to kill anyone until he got them alone. I was safe as long as I stayed around a large group of people.
But what about everyone else? What of all the innocent people he could isolate in the many flights of stairs we had at the hotel? Or just in their room, or the elevator? There were so many places! The bathroom even. Ahhh!
He took my hand then. Just to hold it. It took everything I had in me not to tremble in terror. Then, I decided I had to look into his eyes, see what I could see. So Idid. And I didn't see blind hate. I didn't see pure evil, and anger even. What I saw scared me even more. He was in pain, had been troubled. I could see he had gone through a lot. I could see that he had hurt so much, he just wasn't in touch with reality anymore. And that alone was more dangerous than hate any day.
We talked for awhile with him holding my hand, and then he excused himself to go to the restroom. I seized the opportunity, horrified that he might be killing someone right then, but I had to tell the people that were in the same room as me.
"Mommy! He's the one. Please, you have to believe me. He's gonna kill someone!"
She believed me. "Oh gosh, I don't know what to do! Jessica...did you see the way he was looking at you? You're his prey. Get out of here! Go somewhere safe!"
So I decided to leave. I would go up the elevator. And hide in my room. But I couldn't go alone. I looked around for my friend, Kim, who was there. "Kim! Kim! Come with me. We need to get out of here!" So she came with me. We went up the elevator to my room. But then he came up to my room, and knocked on the door. I desperately climbed out the window with Kim, and we ran away from the hotel toward the condo, and that was hard work, because it was in the mountains. When we got to the condo, we hid out there for awhile until we saw the red SUV drive up! We were running away again when I woke up.