Belize Survivor, part 13
Alexis ran like she had never run in her life. Terror gave her wings. Thinking someone was behind her, she saw headlights and ducked behind some bushes. Keeping her head low, she waited for the vehicle to pass. But where was there to go? She was all alone in a strange city at two-o'clock in the morning.
Eddie! That's it, she thought. I've got to find a phone and call Eddie. What was it again? The Chelsea apartment complex? Where the hell is that from here? Oh God, Rico is dead. He must be dead. What happened to Roger and Barbara? I've got to find a phone. Still hiding behind the hedge, Alexis waited until she was sure she was not being pursued. Then she fumbled through her things and found her address book.
The street lights lit up the sidewalk in macabre shades of gray as she looked for familiar landmarks. As she walked the streets, an eerie feeling gripped her. The long night was not over yet. Turning the corner, she realized she had reached the bad part of town. A party was going on in a nearby house and she approached several people sitting on the front steps.
"Can I please come in and use your phone? I'm in trouble and I need some help."
One young man turned to her. Alexis could see the drug-induced disorientation in his eyes, even in the dark.
"Oh sure, sweet thing," he said, putting his finger to his lips. "But be careful. They're having a séance in there. Black spirits, you know.” He pointed to the door behind him. “They have called the name of Lucifer.
The table is just starting to rise off the floor." Her pupils dilated, and she staggered. Backing away slowly without a word, Alexis struggled to keep from blacking out. She turned a corner and saw a convenience store a few blocks away. There was a public phone outside, and she dialed the apartment in Chelsea.
"Hello, Eddie? This is Alexis from Key West. Yeah, I know it's the middle of the night. I'm here in Hialeah. I came to visit you and see your new gallery. I was just attacked by some insane guy." She fought to keep her voice calm. "No really, Eddie. There are dead people. You've got to help me. I'm in trouble here. Can you come pick me up?"
The next morning the newspaper headlines told of a triple murder in Hialeah by former convict and drug dealer, Alberto Alvarez. The horribly mutilated bodies of two men and a woman were found in his home. All three had been sexually assaulted and one had been partially dismembered. Identities of the victims were being withheld pending notification of next of kin. Alvarez was also wanted for questioning in regard to several other area slayings. Apparently, police had apprehended Alvarez around dawn when he was found walking the streets, bloody and incoherent.
Eddie! That's it, she thought. I've got to find a phone and call Eddie. What was it again? The Chelsea apartment complex? Where the hell is that from here? Oh God, Rico is dead. He must be dead. What happened to Roger and Barbara? I've got to find a phone. Still hiding behind the hedge, Alexis waited until she was sure she was not being pursued. Then she fumbled through her things and found her address book.
The street lights lit up the sidewalk in macabre shades of gray as she looked for familiar landmarks. As she walked the streets, an eerie feeling gripped her. The long night was not over yet. Turning the corner, she realized she had reached the bad part of town. A party was going on in a nearby house and she approached several people sitting on the front steps. "Can I please come in and use your phone? I'm in trouble and I need some help."
One young man turned to her. Alexis could see the drug-induced disorientation in his eyes, even in the dark.
"Oh sure, sweet thing," he said, putting his finger to his lips. "But be careful. They're having a séance in there. Black spirits, you know.” He pointed to the door behind him. “They have called the name of Lucifer.
The table is just starting to rise off the floor." Her pupils dilated, and she staggered. Backing away slowly without a word, Alexis struggled to keep from blacking out. She turned a corner and saw a convenience store a few blocks away. There was a public phone outside, and she dialed the apartment in Chelsea. "Hello, Eddie? This is Alexis from Key West. Yeah, I know it's the middle of the night. I'm here in Hialeah. I came to visit you and see your new gallery. I was just attacked by some insane guy." She fought to keep her voice calm. "No really, Eddie. There are dead people. You've got to help me. I'm in trouble here. Can you come pick me up?"
The next morning the newspaper headlines told of a triple murder in Hialeah by former convict and drug dealer, Alberto Alvarez. The horribly mutilated bodies of two men and a woman were found in his home. All three had been sexually assaulted and one had been partially dismembered. Identities of the victims were being withheld pending notification of next of kin. Alvarez was also wanted for questioning in regard to several other area slayings. Apparently, police had apprehended Alvarez around dawn when he was found walking the streets, bloody and incoherent.
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