The Longest Night

Chapter 2

"Sir, is everything fine?" One of them asks peeking inside my house.

"Yeah, everything is fine. What brings you here?" I questioned.

"Oh that, we are on patrol." He replied.

"Oh."

"By the way what do you do for a living Mr. Dearil?" He proceeded with the interrogation.

"Uhm... I'm a web developer. Why do you ask?"

"Oh it's just your house it's kinda haha" the other officer who looked a bit young with hazel eyes and perfectly combed brown hair continued in a cheeky tone. "Immense." Do you live by yourself or your mom too-?"

"No." I cut him midway with a smile. "I live alone. You are on patrol for what if I may ask?"

"You must have seen the news about brutal murders happening."

I looked at them with a confused expression and seeing that the other one who looked a bit old continued "Actually we aren't supposed to disclose such information. We can only give you some basic info that recently there have been several cases of brutal murder around this district with the same modus operandi. So we are concluding that it's a serial killer. It's all in the news. you don't watch news?"

"I do. Have been busy with some work lately. But it must be a hassle... to check every house?" I responded.

"No-no. just people living alone with odd no. on address-" the young one answered quickly but was cut midway by the other one.

"What? I didn't hear you because of the storm" I asked confused.

"Oh, it's nothing he's just spouting nonsense. " the officer who looked a bit old covered while the other one looked down giving me a smile.

"I see. Is there anything else?"

"No. We would only suggest you be more cautious and inform any suspicious activity or person straight away to the police. Because the murders are more brutal than they seem."

"Sure, officer. I'll keep that in mind. Good work."

"Ok then." They both turned and ran to their car which was parked in front of my house. One of them looked back before getting into his car and I bowed closing the door. I turn back to go to my room.

I didn't know situations got to this That they have to check home to home. But people who live alone having houses with an odd number of house numbers. Huh? It's a bit weird.

Before entering my room I looked back at the basement door which was slightly open followed by a slight creak sound.

But I think I closed it before I went to the main door. I walk towards the door and close it. "Maybe I forgot," I mumble walking back.

I enter my room and pick up the cigarette walking towards the window.

I light up the cigarette taking in a long puff while watching clouds rumble outside. I inhale the grey stench, the odor that foretells of tar-infested lungs, and my future deathbed. I watch the smoke as it rises skyward as if the wisps were dance partners of ancient myth. In the mesmerising black room, the smoke twirls seem to have a beautiful silver-blue colour. It somehow calms my soul by just looking at them.

But soon i get drived back to reality by a feeling of uneasiness. A feeling of someone's presence.

Do you ever get the feeling out of the blue that someone is staring at you and you know it even if you are not paying attention because at this very moment I feel the same. It's as if someone is boring holes on my back. I take another hit of the cigarette blowing the smoke before I turn to look towards the pitch-black hallway.

The lightning strike casts a glow throughout the hallway for split seconds. Maybe I'm just hallucinating due to lack of sleep, nobody is standing there.

I crush the cigarette in the ashtray picking the beer can only to find it empty. When did I finish it?

I sigh as I make my way to the kitchen. I open the fridge and pick another beer can out of the stack. I should have brought a small fridge I only have beers anyway. This one takes too much space.

I pop up the can but instead of hearing that satisfactory noise of fizz and pop. I hear the sound of can tab breaking. I take out a loud sigh before placing the beer can on the kitchen shelf with force. I can't believe this, what an amusing night. first the call, then the cops, and now this.

I start to look for something sharp to open it. Thinking A knife would be good I stride towards the knife holder. looking at the knife holder I notice that one of the knives is missing. I only have 2 so It's easy to keep count.

I must have kept it somewhere and forgotten about it maybe. Cons of living alone. I take another knife and open the can with it. I take a sip of the cold beer and it brings resolve to my soul. I leave the knife on the shelf walking out.

I walk out of the kitchen and in a flash of a second, I'm on the floor with a loud bang.

My head hurts so bad and everything feels like spinning. It's like a stake is being hammered into the back of my head, the strikes are radiating pain in a way that shatters my brain - or at least that's what it feels like. I lie still, breathing shallow. So pathetic. I try to look up to see who knocked me out in my own space. And I see a dark blur figure of a man with something similar to a baseball bat in his hand standing just behind me. It seems as if he is looking down on me. his face was not visible in the dark but I could make out he is smirking. I start to lose my vision slowly as I watch the beer spilling on the floor. This wooden floor feels surprisingly soft below me.

TO BE CONTINUED...