Elise’s Apartment on Forseth St near Gorem Drive…
Elise awakens the next morning to her cat licking her freckled face. She lifts the white tabby cat off of her and sets him on the bed. She, then, slides her feet out of the bed into ragged bunny slippers, the cat has been using them as claw sharpeners.
The cat, Spiro, follows Elise, in her white tanks top and green Tinkerbell pajama pants, into the kitchen where she fixes his bowl of soft cat food, Tuna and Seafood flavor. After plopping it into the bowl, she throws the pull top can away. It smells bad to her. Elise, then, places the bowl in its usual place at the foot of the wall by the counter. Spiro begins to eat it right up.
Elise, then, drags herself across the room from the kitchen to the living room where she slumps onto the black leather hand me down couch. She turns on the TV. There is a breaking story on the news.
“Not again,” she mutters to herself as the news story begins.
The reporter, in a blue sport coat with red tie and white button-down shirt, begins with an image of a silhouette of a person with police caution tape in front and a red word missing across the whole graphic.
“Two more people have disappeared overnight from Cyprus Falls. No bodies have been recovered, thus far. The police are baffled by the rash of disappearances within the last week alone. The citizens of Cyprus Falls are warned not to go out alone, if possible.
“Great,” Elise cynically mutters as Spiro jumps in her lap. She begins to stroke the cat as the phone rings. Elise reaches behind her for the phone and cat jumps out of her lap.
“Hello?” she says picking up the phone.
“I’m watching you.” She hears over the phone. “You’ll be safe.”
“Okay…” she awkwardlly responds to the caller. “Who are you?!?”
“You’re guardian angel,” a melodic voice tells her.
“Hey! You’re that guy…” Elise starts to say as the phone goes silent. “So he is not as rude as I thought. But why is he watching out for me?”