Seven Times Three
The sky was turning darker and darker as the sun slowly began to set behind the tall ominous mountains. The air was chilling on this late fall evening. The swirling leaves fluttered up and down in front of the tired girl who was steadily trudging up a hill in the small lonely town in which she lived. Bright oranges, flashy yellows, brilliant reds, and drab browns blended together in front of her eyes. The leaves formed a moving rainbow, cutting towards her face and swerving away in the nick of time. She looked up at the sky, and with a silent sigh, dug her hands down deeper in her coat pockets."Only a few more blocks and I'll be home," she thought to herself, staring down at the sidewalk. "If I keep my eyes down, the time will go faster."
Finally, she reached the top of the hill, Twenty-one, Crawford Lane. Quickly she took the front steps two-at-a-time, nearly tripping on the crumbling cement as her feet stomped down hard, and threw open the heavy oak door. Darkness surrounded her. When she went over to the light switch and flipped it up, nothing happened. She flipped it down again, still nothing. She started to unzip her puffy blue coat, but shivered and zipped it up higher instead. "I swear I turned the heat on before I left this morning!" She pulled her short dark brown hair out from under the back of her coat as she stumbled into the kitchen to find the breaker box.
Lying on the kitchen table was a folded-up note with 'Alexis' scribbled across the front. A lit candle was setting on the corner of the paper like a paperweight. Slowly she reached for the note, carefully sliding the Apple-spice candle out of the way. The wax was liquefied over two inches deep; apparently whoever left her this note had left it quite a while ago. She unfolded the note and leaned in closer to the flickering flame to see what was written. 'Seven times three, don't wait for me' was sloppily etched very small on the paper in deep red pen. Perplexed, she dropped the note back on the table and tried to make some sense of the words.
"Seven times three? What does that mean? Whom am I supposed to not wait for?" She wondered as she made her way to the breaker box and flicked on the master power switch. Nothing happened; the power was dead. "That’s odd, I wonder what is wrong?" As she started to turn around to look for a flashlight, a shiny flash of light caught her eye. For a millisecond her bright blue eyes turned cold white with panic, but her smooth sense of brevity calmed her down almost instantly.
She went across the room and found her sparkly star and moons calendar hanging on the wall. Suddenly it crashed to the floor, causing Alexis to scream. "I'm becoming paranoid in my own house, what is wrong with me," she muttered to herself, bending over to pick up the heap of paper now lying at her feet. Gasping for breath, she looked down to see the twenty-first circled in the same blood red ink with a big 'X' drawn over the date. "Seven times three equals twenty one; today’s date..." Just as she turned around another flash caught her eye, but this time, she didn't see anything afterwards.
It was nearly three days before anyone came to look for her; three whole days she laid lifeless on the floor in the dark. Her blue coat was now deep red and the words 'I told you not to wait' were scribbled in dry cracked blood across the wall.