"The Story Of Madam La Latour"

Lacey: I was a reporter for the "Night Times Magazine" when I had the most interesting interview of my life. My work revolves around weird things. My boss Mr. Sycamore sends me all over the country to report on supernatural events. Frankly I think most of them are bullshit but it's still my job. This time I was heading down to New Orleans with my new camera man Dave. Nice guy but really shy. I had had a story in four months and this was my last chance or I would lose my job. My boss sent me there to interview a women named Madam La Latour. She lived in a cabin all alone. I'll have to admit I was freaked out once I got to her cabin. It was really small. Looked about 300 years old and was deep in the swamps. It smelled of dead animals and someone that hadn't taking a shower in a decade. "Madam La Latour"? I asked. "Yes, come In child" said Madam. My first thought of Madam La Latour was that she reminded me of an old fairy tale gypsy woman in this book my mother used to read me when I was young. Madam La Latour looked to be 90 years old but walked and talked like someone in there early 60s. We sat down In her kitchen and I started to ask her a series of questions. "If you dont mind me asking you Madam, how old are you"? She looked at her hands then looked back at me and said. "My child, I have been here for a long time, far too long". I finally got to the questions that I had drove hundreds of miles to ask. "Madam La Latour, is it true you can talk to spirits beyond this world"? She didn't answer me. Madam just sat up and we walked us to her living room where we sat on the floor around a crystal ball. I thought to myself, "a crystal ball" really. I mean come on, how cheesey. I indulged here because it was my job. I almost had to stop the interview completely because she had smelled so horrible but that's beside the fact. As we were sitting around this crystal ball Madam starts shaking uncontrollably. "I see a woman running" said Madam. "Shes cornered in her hotel room. A man is there to hurt her". I started to think Madam was lying the more her prediction went on. "Its you", said Madam. "I see you being murdered in your hotel room. You must not stay in a hotel tonight". I ripped my hands off the crystal ball and jumped to my feet. "Okay this interview is over, I said. "Thank you for everything but we need to leave". As my camera man and I started to leave, the old woman grabbed my arm. "Please stay away from the hotels", Madam said looking deep in my eyes. I pulled my arm away from her and made my way to our car. She opened the door and warned me one last time." It will be a red headed man, he will be the one that kills you". I jumped in the car and we heaed back to our hotel that we were staying at called, The Last Stop. Durring the drive my camera man Dave knew I was shook up. "Its going to be okay Lacey, that woman was just simply out of her mind. She knew we would be staying at a hotel because were from out of town. Madam was just trying to scare you". Dave did have a point I thought. "That man she saw though", I told him nervously. "Lacey please, you cant be afraid of every red head when we get to the hotel. Look I have red hair. Lots of people have red hair. It will all be fine". I understood what Dave was saying but when we pulled up to the hotel I got the worst felling in the pit of my stomach. "I cant do this", I told him. We need to find another hotel to stay at, not The Last Stop. What kind of creepy name is that anyways" I said. "Sure no problem" Dave told me with a smile. He knew I was really freaked out. We found another hotel with a less sinister name. It was so late that when I got into my new hotel room, the first thing I did was wash that damn swamp smell off me and ended up forgetting all about Madam La Latour. I was so worried about getting a new story for Mr. Sycamore that next thing I knew it was two in the morning. I still didn't have a story and had to be back in California in two days. I had left some of my notes in the car and decided to go get them. The car was only right outside my hotel door. I was reaching in the glove box from the driver's side door to get my notes when I seen a man walk up to my passenger side window. I looked up quickly and saw a red headed man staring at me. I couldn't believe it. "Can I bother you for a ride please" the man asked. Dave I yelled as loud as i could, slamming and locking my doors. All I could think of was Madam La Latour's prediction. He started banging on the window. I screamed for help as he pulled out the biggest knife I had ever seen. "Now you're going to get it" he yelled and broke my passenger side window with the end of the knife. He began to lung at me through the busted window and gave me only one choice. To run in the hotel room that Madam La Latour said I would surely be murdered in. I tried to slam the door behind me but the man over powered me and flung the door open which knocked me to the ground. I was crying and begging him to leave me alone but he just walked right up to me, kneeled down to eye level and put the knife to my cheek. He whispered in my ear, "now we have some fun". He put his hands over my throat and squeezed with all his might. I thought I was truly taking my last few breaths until Dave came rushing in the room. He tackled the red headed man and contained him until the police arrived. He saved my life. I found out that the police were looking for this guy for years. He confessed to killing two dozen people at diffrent hotels so that he wouldn't get sentenced the death penalty. If it wasn't for Dave hearing my screams and Madam La Latour giving me a heads up. I would have been another one of his victims. What really gets me is that if I would have just stayed at The Last Stop motel, none of that would have ever happened. I think the reason why people shouldn't know there future is because you cant change it. I tried to change it by leaving the first hotel. I was destined to run into that red headed man. Two good things came from my trip to New Orleans. I helped put away a Serial murderer and I finally had a story to give to Mr. Sycamore. "The Story Of Madam La Latour