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. 

In fear

"WHAT WAS THAT?" I yelled out in the middle of the night. Sweat was dripping down my chest. I was taking in deep breathes. All I could think about was the possibility of a murderer could be standing outside of my window, or maybe even outside the door to my apartment. 

This is my life. I live in fear of what could possibly happen to me. If a friend asks me go out to have a drink or go see a movie, I make up some lame excuse on how I cannot go. That was years ago though. I don't think a friend has asked me to go out in like three years. Why don't I go out? Well because I have lived my life in fear ever since I was a little child, and I was kidnapped by a stranger. So now, every time someone knocks on my door, or if I am out on the streets, I think that they are a murderer plotting a way to kill me. I mean you can't trust anyone can you? You don't know what they could be planning or doing.

I am also terrified of driving. I could be the safest driver in the world, but yet their could be a drunk-ass man out there driving and he could hit me a kill me like a little bug on a windshield. So what do I do right? I can't leave to go anywhere, well I don't leave actually at all unless I need food. I run an online store in my apartment, and I take online courses for college to advance my education further and further. I leave my apartment only for food, and only if it is absolutely necessary. I think the last time I left was about a month ago now. I stock up on canned goods, ramen noodles, and lots of food that can last awhile so I can buy in stock and not go out as often. 

My entertainment is just watching TV, movies on Netflix, and maybe some video gaming (I buy all my gadgets and thing on Amazon.com, so they are shipped straight to my door). Oh that's not always the best though because I do not trust the man that comes to the door. What if he is broke, depressed because his wife now wants a divorce, so he brought a gun to kill me and take all my money? God scary moment everything a delivery guy comes. I hate it.

You make think I am crazy right? I am not though. I want to live for a long time and not be killed, so I decided to live my life in fear. All of this because of that guy who kidnapped me when I was only 12 years old. Before that I used to go up to random people and say, "Hi, how are you today sir?" I used to go out with my friends, and be the life of the party . . . what has happened with my life? Isn't better to live life to it's fullest instead of living it in fear. I have no life instead of a life like every other human being out their. I sit at home all day and everyday sitting in front of a computer screen running a online store. 

There is a gun sitting on my night stand, and I say to myself, "Why not right? Do it Jessica, I don't have a life anyway!" So I pull the trigger and . . . . ring ring. . . . ring ring. . . Wait guns don't go ring ring right? 

My phone on my nightstand next to my bed it ringing and moving across the surface of the nightstand. I realize it was just dream, a dream of me realizing that my life is a piece of shit. I grab the phone and hit the green button. "Hello Jessica, this is Rachel. You probably don't remember me, but we used friends a long time ago. I was thinking about you today, and was wondering if maybe you wanted to catch a drink and catch up?" 

Oh my god it's Rachel I haven't talked to her in years. "Oh hey Rachel. Ummm . . . I was sleeping . . ." I pause, then say, "but yes I would love that. You know where that bar on Herman's Avenue is right?" I thought it was time I had started not living my life in fear, but living it to the fullest. 

This has been a fictional story by Noah Bitney 

The Mistakes

I told him to slow down, over and over again. I told him to stop passing cars. He was weaving in and out of each lane he was in. The last time I checked his speed before it had happened he was going about 100 miles an hour. I repeated myself even louder, "SLOW DOWN!" He of course didn't listen to me. Why would he? If I would have been a smart person I would, and should have told him to stop and let me out. Sure we were in the middle of nowhere, but I probably had a better chance with that than being with him. It was though already to late for that. It's all to late now.

My friend Bobby and I were heading home from a night out. Just us guys hanging out, doing guy stuff you know? Just having a little guy time. Well we had decided to take his truck to wherever we went. I think I remember us going out to a burger shop and maybe a little time for some shopping at a video game store. I am not sure what we were doing, all I can remember is the ride home. He was just speeding and speeding. He would slow down a little bit, but then pick up his speed again. If there was a car in front of him, and he would just go right around that car without any hesitation. Now you have to realize that we aren't on a freeway or a two lane, one way road. We were on a normal highway, where their are cars going in opposite directions. I was griping the JC (Jesus Christ) handle with all my might. I was sacred out of my wits.

Why didn't I tell him to let me out or soothing? Well it never occurred to me, but I guess there is no point dwelling on what has happened right? I can't change it no matter how much I want to. So anyway we were heading home, and we were about maybe 20 minutes away from my house, when my phone started humming in my pocket. So, I pull out my iPhone and see that my girlfriend, Rachel, is calling me. I pick it up say hello and hear her say,"Hey baby, where are you? I am at your house waiting for you. I thought we were going out?"

I had remembered but I thought I would make her wait for me for once. She used to always be late for me when I would go to pick her up. She would be out with her friends and such. "Oh I am on my way I should be their in about 15 minutes babe. Sorry."

She responds in a irritated tone, "Oh alright see you soon then?"

I say "Yes of course baby! I love you, you know that right?" But that was the last thing I heard and the last thing I said. All of a sudden their was this huge amount of pressure on my chest from my seatbelt. I was thrown forward. At this point I don't even know what the fuck had happened to my phone. I see glass shattering everywhere. Then I feel myself thrown to the side as the car slides on the blacktop towards a tree. I can barely see i, but it keeps getting closer and closer. Then all of a sudden darkness hits . . . .

My eyes open up. All I can see it white as I am looking up towards the sky. I hear some sirens and people screaming and saying, "Oh my god what happened here?" My entire body aches with complete and utter agony. Everything, every inch of my body burns with pain. My eyes start to focus I look down and see that my legs are smashed up, and bent the opposite way. I can start to feel the darkness coming again, but before it comes I see Rachel running towards me tears running down her face. . . .

That was the last thing I remember, and that was the last time I was alive. My name is Roger Kentin, and this is the story of how I died.

This is a fictional story created by Noah Mark Bitney.

Years go by

I can't believe that only two years ago I had just started driving. Time goes by so fast. I am 18 years old, and I can still remember my first day of Kindergarten all those 13 years ago. I remember my mother taking me to school of the first day. She couldn't of course stay with me throughout the whole day, she had to leave eventually. When we showed up I can remember that I wouldn't let go of her leg the whole time, until she had to leave me. I can remember being terrified of my teacher. Of course though like every other kid I eventually got used to it. Every year though, of school, after that I had to have my mother come to at least to the first day of school. I think she did that until I was in sixth grade actually.

I always have been attached to my mom. I can remember this actually too. I was supposed to be going to preschool actually, and on my first day I can remember ruining away from preschool after my mother had left me. I remember sneaking out past the teacher, and the just running and running not knowing where I was going at all. Then the teacher of course caught up to me. I don't remember what happened after that, but I can remember that part.

Oh wait though how rude of my I haven't even introduced myself. You have just been reading this story here wondering what the fuck this guy's problem is. Why do we give a shit about his life? Well maybe you don't care about my life right, but you are reading this still aren't you? Anyways though, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Matthew Roberts. I am now 18 years old as you have already found out. That is all you really know about me. Well before I continue to drain on about my boring story I have to tell you here, let me give you a few details so you won't be too confused throughout the story of my life here. Something you need to know is that I am actually graduating tomorrow afternoon from my High School, Franklin High. I am moving out of my parents house within the next week, but I have already started going through some old things. One last thing before we can get back to me rambling on about my life is that I am a very attractive male . . . and single (for all the ladies out their). No I am just kidding I am not single I do have an amazing girlfriend who I have so been wonderfully dating for the past two years. I am moving in with her next week.

Now yeah I can remember being a momma's boy. I am still to this day in fact a momma's boy. I have no idea what I would do without my amazing mother. She has helped me out with a lot of things in my life, and has bought almost everything I have ever wanted. Wow, what a way to repay her back by leaving her at the first possible chance I can get. It's not like I won't see her again. I will come visit her and my family all the time. I can't stay away forever. I dunno though I just feel really guilty about leaving her all alone. My dad had died a couple years back now and my sister had moved out a couple years ago, but she still lives in the same town as my mom. I was the only child left in the house and now I am leaving her.

My mom is remolding the house though at the same time as me moving out so it is kind of nice because we have to go through everything anyway, and then she is going to get rid of the stuff she doesn't need laying around anymore. We were going through some old things yesterday actually and I almost broke into some tears. She was going to throughout my old Nintendo 64. You know what that is right? Well if you don't it is an old video game console. Anyway, their were a whole bunch of things I can remember from my young childhood. I can remember being into Superman when I was like seven years old. I found a box full of my old action-figures and costumes and stickers and things. I don't want to get rid of any of it though. I am like attached to it. Sure the years go by, but the memories don't that is for sure. I see something like my old "Rescue Hero's" and I can relate it to a memory with them immediately. I can remember when my father had got rid of my old tree house just a year before he died.

That tree house is where I spent all my time with my very first friend. She was from preschool actually. We played together all the time, pretending the tree house was a pirate ship with guns. We had endless days together. I can't remember her name though now a days. She moved right after preschool was over which is why. I never saw her again.

My mom and me found an old train set of mine that I used to play with when I was a little kid. She was going to put it up for a garage sale, but I told her to ask my sister if she wanted it for her little kid for when he grows up. If not I want it. I mean that thing would be great for when I have kids someday. Oh my god. I am going to have kids. I can remember being a kid not to long ago. It seemed like it was yesterday that I could sneak a cookie from the top shelf pretending to be a spy, then my mother catching me in the act and eating some cookies with me. It wasn't yesterday though, it was over 10 years ago already. The years really do go by, and not slowly at all. In five years I could possibly be married and having my first child.

I thought I wanted to grow up. I think all of us soon to be graduates of Franklin High think we want to grow up, but really we just need to remember to live in the moment because if you think back just five years ago, everything about your life has changed and is going to change now very quickly. I don't want this life as a kid to end, because now I am out their on my own. I have to figure things out that my parents always did for me. I am not alone though in this mission of life, I do have someone I love to help me live in the moment as the years go by.

This has been a fictional story created by Noah Mark Bitney.

Remember to live in the moment you are in, and enjoy it because before you know it your whole world could be changed from what it was.