Chapter 1

Ligeia Webb was a music teacher at Kingfishers School in the large town of Rambler. She lived in a small bungalow just out in the suburbs of the town and always drove to work. She had been teaching there for two years and was now starting her third. Ligeia was a tall woman with shoulder length black wavy hair. On this particular Monday morning she had just put two slices of bread in the toaster when the kitchen phone rang. The phone was one of the new models and totally wireless, meaning you could carry it round with you just like a mobile.  Ligeia picked up the phone.

"Hello".

There was no answer.

"Hello."

Ligeia tried two more times but no-one answered and then the flat dial tone told her the person had hung up. She shrugged. Maybe a wrong number. The toast had popped up while she had been on the phone. She sighed, as she liked buttering it when it was hot and taken straight out of the toaster. The butter would melt then. Melted butter tasted so much nicer on toast than when it was unmelted. Ligeia made more toast and put out a jar of marmalade.  She fetched orange juice from the fridge to make it complete.

"Steven, Rosie, Jess" she called.

The twins came running down, followed by her husband. Her husband was a tall man with short, sleek black hair.

"Have you packed for school yet?"

"Yeah. Did it last night". The twins were both eleven and this was their first day at their new school.

"It's normal to bbe nervous" Steven said as he opened the marmalade, "but you'll be fine."

Just then the phone rang again. Ligeia answered it.

"Hello"

Again no-one answered. She tried a few more times and then hung up.

"Who was that?" Steven asked.

"No idea. Maybe the same person as before. I thought it was a wrong number."

"Yeah that's the most likely explanation" Steven replied casually.

When breakfast was over it happened a third time.

"A wrong number? Three times?" Ligeia's eyebrows were raised.

"Well, let's not jump to conclusions." Steven carefully took his brown coat off one of the hall hooks and put it on. "I've got to get to the office now anyway. Bye love."

He kissed his wife and hugged his girls.

"You'll be fine Rosie, Jess" he assured them as he went out.

"Ok girls, we'll have to go in a minute as well."

The phone rang again.

"This is ridiculous". Ligieia picked up the hall phone. "Look, whoever you are,  will you stop calling me?"

"It's the window cleaner. Just to let you know we'll be dropping by Saturday morning."

"Oh right. Sorry. Thanks for telling me."

Ligeia put the phone down and sighed.

"Who was that mum?" Jess asked, putting on her shoes.

"The window cleaner".

"Why were you shouting at him?" Rosie asked, pulling her arms through her coat sleeves.

"Oh it's nothing darling. Just thought some idiot was making crank calls here for a joke. Remember the phone rang about three or four times today. I thought it was a wrong number but that wouldn't happen more than twice." Ligeia made a face. "Anyway, nothing for you to worry about."

Ten minutes later the three of them were in Ligeia's red car and Ligeia was backing out.

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Author guidance for This story

Plot: A music teacher finds herself stalked by a resentful stalker but her stalker may be closer to home than she realises..

Note:

1. The poem in Chapter 8 is not written by me. It is one that someone wrote anonymously on the internet. I am using it because the theme of the poem is relevant to my story.

2. Like my previous work Jaqueline, this story is inspired by real life but the events are made up and the motives of the villain exaggerated for the purpose of a suspense thriller.

3. I've always been interested in "What would happen if?" so my stories are usually based on this theme.

Enjoy. :)

updated Mar 14 '11 by 98slbrookes98