The Haunting Of Truman

Blood On My Hands

Jack Moral was up late on Thursday night. He was sitting in his small apartment living room, closley examining the charred piece of skin. He had run a fingerprint match on it, but nothing came up. He was now waiting for the results of a DNA match. He dozed off. It was almost midnight.
The fat computer blinking woke Jack up. In flashing letters on the screen, it read, DNA MATCH FOUND. Jack flew out of his chair and typed in his password at the computer.
It read, "DNA MATCH, PAUL SIMMONS."
"What in the holy frikin' hell..." Mubled Jack. He ran to the door, grabbed his coat, and ran into the night.
Jack decided not to take his car. It was to noisy, and where he was going was technically ielegal. Jack ran about half a mile, coming to a stop at Paul Simmons's house. Jack pushed open the window, and crept in. He walked down a small hallway, and got to the basement door. He crouched down, picked up a burnt piece of something, and said, "Gotcha."
As he walked out of the house, the basement door slamed behind him, on its own. Jack turned on his heels, and looked. There, for a split second he saw the flickering image of a boy, pointing to the cuboard. The boy dissapeared. Jack chuckled. He never had believed in the supernatrual, but he'd take his chances. He opened the cuboard.
Dozens of newspapers spilled out, covering the floor. Jack picked one up. It read: "11 year old boy killed last night at Carvy's Carnival Of Kids. Two witnesses saw the murder happen, but could not stop the killer. More to follow."
"Oh my god," Jack whispered. The date was exactly three years ago. The carnival was in a town a few miles away. And the two witnesses were Jakub Salz and Paul Simmons. He had to find Jakub before it was to late.
Jack grabbed some of the newspaper clippings, and ran out the window. He first went to Jakub's duplex. Empty. No Jakub there. Jack decided to go back to his apartment, and get his Volkswagon Beetle.
He drove through the streets of Truman, looking in the shadows. He checked the time. 1:27A.M. He heard shouting coming from an alleyway. Jack stopped the car, got out, and ran towards the noises. As he turned to the alley, he saw it. Jakub Salz, lying in the street.
"PLEASE!" He shouted.
Then Jack saw it. A tall, twisted shape made of shadow and darkness. It was pointing to Jakub, with a long withered finger. Jakub's squirming body was struck with fear when strong lights shone upon him. "NO!" Jack shouted. A truck was coming.
Jack ran towards Jakub. He was almost to him when the truck hit. Jakub's now lifeless body rolled under the wheels, crushed beneath 10,000 pounds of metal. The blood, bones, and gore splattered the surrounding street, including Jack himself. He stood there, after the truck had passed. Jack was frozen, with a mix of fear, disgust, and disbelief. The truck driver hadn't seemed to notice, as he kept driving. He might notice the truck stained with blood once he got home, though.
The twisted dark shape looked up, and saw Jack. It hissed, and sent a chill through Jack's body. He sudenly felt sick. Nauseas. Dizzy. The dark thing dissapeared. Then so did the world. All Jack could see was static. Then he passed out.