They Come At Night

In The Mist

⚠TW⚠ This story will contain death, murder, Language, and mentions of suicide, reader discretion advised.

It was a normal tuesday afternoon In Attersfield. A small town with only 500 plus people living within it. I was at the bar with my friend, Susan. We were just chatting when all of a sudden she bursts out crying.

I asked the bartender for a bottle of whiskey and a couple shot glasses before turning my attention back to her with a concerned look on my face. "What's wrong?!" I asked, setting my hand on her back as she leaned her face into my shoulder for a comforting hug. "I caught Robert m-making out with j-jennifer" She said in between gasps and sobs. It's always the jennifer's 🙄

I let out a sigh. Jennifer is always flirting with guys in our town, especially the one's with girlfriends. She seduces them, convinces them to break up with their girlfriend, and then dumps them in a month or two. I even fell into her trap, but I didn't have a girlfriend at the time.

"I'm so sorry Susan, Jennifer is always doing that. Seducing guys with girlfriends, then dumping them when they've dumped their girlfriends. I hate people like that, especially her, so you should just avoid her and Robert." I say to her as she calms down a little bit. She smiles and lifts her head up from my shoulder. "Thanks, you're probably right" she says, wiping her eyes of the remaining tears.

I smile too as I pour both of us some shots. "Drink the pain away?" I say as I hand her a shot. "Works everytime" She smiles back, taking the shot and drinking it. We laugh and continue chatting on other happier subjects.

Me and Susan stayed chatting in that bar until late at night, close to 11:00 pm. As I was driving home a dark Mist started to cover the town, making it quite hard to see the road. I did, however make it home. I was pretty drunk and tired so I just took off my coat and went to sleep on my bed, not even bothering too change into PJ's.

The next morning I woke up hungover and with a wicked headache from the night before filled with drinking. I slowly got up out of bed. 11:27 read the clock. 'Shit', I whisper to myself. I was supposed to be at work 30 minute ago. I'll just have to explain to the boss that I spent the night being a good friend. I began taking a quick shower and putting on my clothes before I quickly made my way to my office. Since the town is so little populated, their aren't much cops, which in my case is good because I was definetely speeding right now.

When I get their though, no one is there except for the boss, who is putting on his coat, obviously getting ready to leave. "Where is everyone?" I ask, confused and a little out of breath from basically sprinting to here from my car. "I gave everyone the day off." He said, with a hint of sadness in his voice as well as his eyes. "What's the occasion?" I ask, putting my hand on my hip. His next words surprise the living hell out of me.

"Jennifer commited Suicide last night around 2 am."My eyes slightly widen as my hand fell to my side. I could never imagine someone like her to commit suiciade. Maybe she felt bad about all the men and women she saddened, like Susan? My mind wandered so far I didn't even notice the boss starting to walk out of the building. I turned before he could leave and ask, "Why do you think she did it? Was there a suicide note?".

He looks at me, pondering for an answer for a moment. "There wasn't a suicide note. And for the first question..." His eyes wander for a second, and I can see a hint of wonder and confusion on his face before he continues. "I don't have a clue of what was going on inside of her head when she jumped. Maybe she was ashamed of being a whore in everybody's eyes. We may never know." And with that, he left.

I am left there, alone in the office, with the feeling of sadness, confusion and a bunch of other emotions I couldn't focus on at the moment. I wonder if Susan knows I think to myself. I get in my car and drive too the the garden club Susan hosts every Wednesday.