She got up slightly from the floor, she turned off the light bulb then went to the kitchen to grab a knife. She walked by the door and looked through the door peephole.
– Come on, open this door! It's not so warm in here! Said the person behind the door.
– Oh- Michelle was it you? Said the girl opening the door.
– Who do you think was then?
– I was scared for a moment because I saw something I wasn't supposed to... Said the girl putting the knife back.
– What ?
– I think I saw the killer in the act...
– What do you mean? Here? On this street?
– I think... everything was dark in that room, I saw something like a metal shining in the lights from the streets and–
– How many coffees have you had? Said Michelle looking at the coffee cup on the desk.
– I think this is the seventh, why?
– Don't you think you created a scene in your head? Maybe it's the caffeine.
– Hm.. maybe so! But honestly what I saw– I mean imagined is a really good scene for my book. Now, excuse me for a second. She said putting herself at the desk.
On the other side of the street everything that happened was not an imagination or too much caffeine. The man stabbed his victim for the last time, got up then looked towards the girl's apartment. He fell something weird. He took the bottom of the curtain, folded it like a scarf then tightened it around the victim's neck.
He started searching in the house for a paintbrush. After finding one he put it in the victim's blood then wrote it on the wall :
" Wait for me "
He turned off all the lights then slowly went to the window and looked again at the girl's apartment. He saw a figure rise from the floor then walk to the door of her room.
– So, was someone really looking at me? the person said to himself.
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Action⚠️ TW : crime, blood, knife, lies This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead, is...
