“What’s your name?”
“Who killed him?”
“Who are you?”
“Get out of there the police will be over the place very soon,”
I had no clue what the hell happened; all these messages popped up on my phone. For some reason, I felt like somebody hammered my head. My body carried an unimaginable pain that I had lost words to describe.
“You still there, get out,” a message popped up again from an unknown number.
“Now.”
For me, a weird situation. I don’t remember shit from the last night and somebody is telling me to get out of my own house, but hold your horses right there I just figured out something,
This isn't my house.
The deal had begun to make sense. I held in a dark warehouse, on a bed, a huge ventilation window above me.
I got up, already wore a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt beneath.
As I took my first step ahead my head flew like a bird, the squeaking of the ceiling fan faded out and I just stopped myself before I gave a nice kiss to the floor with my chin, but somehow I got up to my feet and tried to figure a way out.
I tiptoed to the street the sun shot its shine into my eyes, I barely able to see my bike parked down the alley.
Why did the cops after me?
When you don't know what's happening to you and you think you did something, think of the worst, brother used to tell me this.
Did I kill someone?
The worst I could think of.
A lot of questions that I need answers to but no one to ask to. I thought it would be a nice idea to start from my house so, I drove there, rang the doorbell. As I considered pushing the button again footsteps approached the door and my mother opened it.
“Where were you, I tried to call you, your… your brother…,” she cried.
“He’s been missing,”
“What?!”
“You called last night that you and your brother were going to the club, but you both never returned,” she said. “The police were here, asked a few questions, I told them about him and you but, they said nothing and left.”
She cried for some time I could tell, the way her eyes behaved. Her pale and sleepless face looked limp when I pulled her close.
“Which club do we went to?”
Her eyes could no longer withhold the tears and it began to stream down to her cheeks.
“I… I don't know,”
“My phone, I noted it on my phone,”
“Where is it?” I grabbed her by the arms.
“Inside, on the dining table, I guess I don’t know,"
I then went inside, as I reached halfway,
“The Club” a message popped up again from the same number.
It stroked the memory out. It was ‘The Club’ club.
“I didn't find it but I'll be back. It was ‘The Club’ where we went,” I said. “And don't cry, everything will be alright,” wiped her tears.
I jumped on my bike and skipped to ‘The Club’ club.
A lot of people gathered around; the club buckled up in yellow stripes, some police vans captivated the gate.
“What's going on here?” I asked a man.
“Don't you know?” He giggled
“A murder took place here yesterday night the police just found the body,”
Holy crap now a murder.
“Who's murder?”
“Aaaan a boy, nearly 18-19 years old,” he said.
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Night Crawl
Short StoryThis is a story I wrote about two years ago and now I think it's finally the time to show it to the world of Wattpad. I don't write good descriptions, I once wrote a description of one of my stories, but ended up giving the major spoilers. So it's...
