Short Stories

Reim Street

I knocked on his door..... No answer. I called his cell phone..... No answer. As I went to the back yard I noticed that the window was busted open. I climbed through the shattered window, cutting my arms and legs. The house was dark and silent, the coward part of me wanted to walk out, but my stupidity got the best of me. I make my way through the kitchen and end up in the living room. I found John on the couch.... He wasn't moving "maybe he's asleep" I thought. I said his name loud "John?" Nothing, I don't remember walking in front of him but I did. When the street light hit his face I realized that it in fact was not John. Something hit my head, a blunt object I can't remember anything it all just goes....... Black.