I quickly took out the now crumbled poem from my front pocket and examined the signature. I was sure the person who has my sister is this sick man. It has to be.
I have the gut feeling and I will follow it.
I took out my phone having no time to waste. I quickly googled his name in the search bar. I click the first result hoping to find anything personal that could at least help me call him or know where he lives.
Finally, I get the feeling that I'm on to something. I will save my sister. I know I can. That sense of pride soon disperses as my phone goes flat. If I would've known what I would be doing today yesterday, My phone would be charged. I curse myself for being idiotic.
Sighing in defeat I start the engine and head home so I can charge my phone and further my research on Dr. Ryan using my trusty lap top. Whoever this man is, he's obviously smart. But then again, he has to be somewhat stupid. Why would he put such a clear signature on the poem? Wouldn't he have know it was this obvious? The more I think about it, the more I second guess myself.
What if it's not him?
I may be over analyzing everything. I may just be so desperate to find my sister that as soon as I find initials that match up, I go for it. The thing is though, many people have the initials "DR".
I'm sure of it.
Regardless, the twisty feeling in my stomach does not subside when I think of or repeat his name. I've always been know to go with my gut, and to this day, I'm never wrong. This is what pushes me to continue my search on him. I may be wrong, but I will never know unless I try.
I continue my research until around 11:30 that night. I now know what he looks like and what he has achieved. The only reason I stop is the fact that I cannot keep my eyes open any longer. But closing my eyes would mean giving up.
I cannot do that. I won't do that.
I make my way to the kitchen making me a cup of coffee to keep me going. As I stand there, I realize I should've called the police but I can't do that. If they find him, they'll send him to prison for life. He'd be living. I cannot let that happen.
If I could only find out where this psycho lives...
Then I could handle it myself. Suddenly an idea pops into my head. I grab my keys once again. Well aware that it is now 11:45am. I make my way back to the hospital. I have to be there quick if I want to see him. I make my way towards the parking lot and park. I cut all of the lights off as well as my engine and wait.
The lady said he would be here later. I'm assuming he's here now given the fact that my sister was here around this time yesterday.
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The Familiar Stranger (short story)
Mystery / Thriller"I just want to know one thing. How did you pull this off?" As he was sitting there I noticed dry blood covering his face from the glass. Those demonic eyes sent shivers down my spine as he looked at me. "You see Miss Clark, your sister was quite th...
