Part 1

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by bryansalinas123

by bryansalinas123

I don't know how i got here.

I don't remember a thing and the most I know is that I'm in a small pitch black room. My hands are wet with a sticky texture. Shivers sprint down my spine as I rub them together. Reaching out for anything I can, I stumble and a light brush greets me. It feels like a spider web, I reach for it and rub my hands on this thin metallic bumpy texture. "A chain." I whisper to myself as I pull it. The lights flicker above me. With the new light I'm able to see what I couldn't before... My stomach churned seeing the shiny red substance on my hands. "I-Is this blood?"

I look up and see a old rotten door and nothing else. Creaking it open I see trees and only stars light up the ground. A garbage bag looks up at me, I hesitantly open it and a pale head housed itself in the garbage bag. I stumble backward cowardly, "I didn't do this, right?" I look back at the head and I can make out an older man with only a goatee. Anxiously, I gently press my clammy hand against his still warm face. It's warm which means he was recently killed.

i should get out of here, but how? I look through the pockets of the corpse, i found some keys, I press the remote and hear an old truck honk in the distance, I also find a wallet and a locket. I open the wallet and my eyes swell up with tears as my heart sinks to my stomach. This man had a family, he had several pictures with a little girl who looked 4 hugging him along with a short brown-haired woman. They looked so happy in the picture, how could someone possibly take his life. I pull out an ID, Arnold Simpson 35 years old. I find another picture right behind his ID. It's nothing though, I just see a birthday cake with a number 3 birthday candle. I stuff it in my pocket and begin to drag the rotting corpse to the truck. Before I hear a noise behind me.

-- SNAP -

I turn around frightened, my heart pounding inside me, my blood races, am I being watched?

"Is, Is somebody there?" I stammer out, my voice shakey with fear. No response though

I stand there ten unsettling seconds only to get no response. 'Must've been a deer' i think to myself. i hoist the body up onto the truck and start driving. I have no idea where i could go though, where could i possibly go with a body in the back of this truck. I try remembering as much as i could, i only remember where my home is. I can only go there, the police would make me a prime suspect if i show up with a body in the back and bloody hands not remembering a thing. As i drive by i seem to attract the unwanted attention of several peoples as their eyes follow the truck passing by, they just seem to stare at me. Could they know what i have in the back?

i pull into my driveway, it's a large and fancy house. however, my neighbors seem to just stare in my direction, I lean back, my hands clenched and my back pressing against the cold leather seat. I sink down as much as possible. I hear footsteps, right outside the door. I peek up and see my neighbors looking right into the truck, they look directly down at me. They just shrug their shoulders and walk off though. I wait for a little while trying to comprehend what just happened, then creek the truck door open. I take the body inside the house which was unlocked and set it down in the living room. I'm going to need to hide it here in the meantime. I put it in the upstairs bathroom in the bathtub full of ice-cold water. I hear a loud noise from downstairs though, I peek through the stair railing and see cops rushing in with arms drawn. I rush into the bathroom and slam the door shut behind me as quickly as I can.

"THERE'S MOVEMENT UPSTAIRS!" An officer yells out

I hear everybody running up the stairs and right outside the bathroom.

"ready to breach"

I press my back against the wall, my mind rushes, I can't go to jail, I have a 4-year-old daughter and a wife. I start hyperventilating trying to breathe as best as I can. They kick the door open and rush in arms drawn and all.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" they yelled as my hands darted upwards

"I can explain I swear, I didn't kill this man!"

"Chief, there's nobody here, must've been the wind or something, there's no sign of any other exit, we found a body though"

"wai- what?" i stammer, a confused expression on my face. "Hello?"

no answer, it's like as if they can't see me

I look into the mirror, I can't believe what I'm seeing. I look for about ten long seconds that take forever to pass by. I rub my hand across my bald head, staring deeply into my reflection's hazel brown eyes, I rub my hand across my grey-streaked goatee. I- I'm the same person in the bathtub. I was helping hide my death this whole time.

I watch an officer pull out a birthday cake picture with a number 4 birthday candle. Three days later he was found dead too, a similar picture with a number 5 birthday candle was mysteriously found at that murder too. And it just went on, the number just kept increasing for each person who finds it.