Sleepless Night

(WARNING: before you read this make sure you are okay with reading obscene material such as gory content). 

Dear to whoever reads this,

11 o'clock at night and I am just getting home from a night out at the movies with some friends. We (well technically I) decided to go see the film Contagion. It was an alright movie. Seemed to be choppy, and it really cut-off parts like it was edited very badly. Anyway that is not the reason I am writing this letter to whom it concerns. I am writing this at 12 o'clock at night because I am afraid for my life, and I will explain why later in the letter . . . if I get the chance to finish it. Anyway yes I am writing this letter just to let you all know what happened, and that I love you all. If I make it to the morning I will just end up throwing it away in the morning. 

So as I was saying I am in fear of my life right at the moment. I came home tonight and when I was walking through my kitchen towards my bedroom, I saw a man's face in the window staring in at me. Well at first glance I didn't see anything, but when I looked back I saw him looking into the window. I jumped, spilling the Coca-Cola in my hand all over the floor. When I looked back at the window the man wasn't there. I swear though I saw him, so I run up to the window to look and see if I can see anyone near by. I look out the window, and DUH its 11 o'clock at night, how in the hell am I going to see anyone out there. 

So I guess assume it was the trick of the light, and forget about it and remember I have a pop spill to pick up. I go to the sink and get a wet rag and wipe up the sweet smelling soda of my polished wood floors. After I through the cloth in the sink I look back over at the window. I jump again the man's face was their. He has a full grown beard and shaggy hair. When I look again though he is gone. 

Now I am starting to panic. Thinking what do I do. Well I go double check that I triple lock my door, I have three lock to my front door of my apartment. I make sure all my windows are locked close. I saw him again though. I was shutting an upstairs window when I saw a man's figure standing in the middle of the road, the street lamps was illuminating his shadow. I walk away from that window and go to shut another one right next to it, and the man's figure is gone. "What the eff is going on?" I question myself. 

So I go to my room and bolt it shut, thankfully it actually has one. It does have a window though, and right now I am really wishing that it didn't. I look over towards it after I have stripped down to my boxers and crawled into my bed. Nothing, thankfully, was looking in towards me. I sit there for what felt like hours and hours, but when I look over at my nightstand I see that it has only been 30 minutes since I have spilled that soda in the kitchen. I continue to think over and over in my head, 'who would do this to people? Why would someone have a sick mind to look into a man's house and creep him out into a sleepless night?' 

Then I began to think about the next day, and how I have to work a 12 hour shift tomorrow. I groan with the thought of standing in front of a conveyor belt all day staring at bottles of water be made. I look over at the window, I jump straight up and out of my bed! Their the man's face was again in the window staring in at me. I blinked though and he was gone. 

Now reader whoever you are . . . you are probably wondering by now why have I not called the cops or someone? Well I will tell you why it is because I do not own a phone in my apartment. Stupid right? Well I don't and I can't change that tonight, and I am not going out their with some crazy possibly out their. So after I see the man's face once again I decided to . . . 

WAIT WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?

Johnny Wenderson was found dead in his apartment on July 18th, 2012, three days after this letter was dated. He was found in his bathroom with his mouth knitted shut, throat slit, fingernails removed, feet taken off at the ankle, and his neck broken. His body was found in the bathtub soaking in his own blood. The autopsy revealed that Johnny was alive through it all until the killer finally slit his throat. The killer is yet to be found, but it is considered that this isn't his first killing. Their was a mysterious death two days prior to Johnny's. Their are no clues leading to the killer, and absolutely no lead to go on. This killer knows what he is doing, and that is what is starting to scare the city.

To be continued . . .

This has been a story idea by Noah Mark Bitney. 

A Dilemma

Seven days a week I work. Well not technically as I am on call all seven day, but I would still count it as working all week long. My boss calls me whenever I need to work. If he can't get a hold of me it''s fine and I just try to work the next day if he has work for me. Oh I work at a transportation company in a big city. I can gratefully thank my brother-in law, Hank, for getting me the job. He got me the job because he works there too.

I am 17 years old, and I needed a job so he was nice enough to talk to his boss and land me a job there. I wash trucks, clean the shop, run after parts, change tires, and a lot of other odd jobs. I get paid really well to: I get about 9.50 an hour, which is really good for my age. I love my brother-in-law for landing me the job. I would do anything for him now. Problem is I can't find anything to do for him. Well that's what I thought for a couple of months until I reached my dilemma.

Obviously Hank is married to my sister, Samantha, as that is how it works. I found something out though yesterday about my sister that I would never had wanted to know or even see as her brother. Hank has a friend named Robert that I had met on my Sister, Samantha, and Hank's wedding day. Robert is the kind of guy that is a man whore as I would call him. I think you can find someone in your life who is or was like that.

Well apparently Robert was the one who introduced Hank to my big sister Samantha. When Sam and Hank first met it was like love at first site they said. Something though I knew was up with Sam and Robert. I could see it in their eyes when I saw them together for the first time. This was confirmed though, I was proved right the other day.

After work one day last week I had to stop at my sister's to drop off my check so she could cash some of it and put the other part of it in my savings. She works at a bank, so it makes it easier for me so I don't have to run 20 minutes to go drop it off when she could just do it herself when she goes into work. I was planning on just leaving a note on the envelope and leaving it inside their front porch.

On that day I had seen Robert at my work because he also works their once and while. He left awhile before me though. So when I pull into my sister's driveway I saw his truck. I thought to myself that this is weird. Hank is still working, so why is he here? Then I saw my sister's car, and wondered even more because she was supposed to be at work. I parked on the street, and decided to walk up to the front door.

I then saw things I never ever want to see happening to my sister ever. I looked in through the front window and saw that Samantha and Robert where having sex on the couch. My mind was disgusted and repulsed, but at the same time I had a swelling anger building up in me. I didn't walk in of course that would just be weird. Before I walked back to my car though I heard Samantha say something I wish I would have never heard, "What we going to have another baby?"

Sam and Hank have a one-year-old baby. Well my whole family thought it was Sam and Hank's. My stomach dropped when I heard this. I walked back to my car and drove away. So, yes this is my dilemma. What am I supposed to do? Tell my brother-in-law, and ruin his heart and life, or do not tell him and let him live in lies for the rest of his life?

I am 17 years old, one year left of High School, and I shouldn't have this on my mind should I? I have a huge dilemma on my mind, and I have no idea what to do about it. It should't be my concern. Help me . . . someone???

This has been a fictional story by Noah Mark Bitney.