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.