The Crooked Man

And so it begins..

"David, are you sure about this house?" Paul asked. David was a 26 year old guy who moved into a new apartment. Paul was his ginger haired friend.
"Yeah. . It's small, but it'll do." He replied. Paul sighs.
"I've got a strange feeling about this place. . ."
"Hey! There's a crack over here!" Marion exclaimed. Marion was a dark haired girl who was Paul's girlfriend, tho they didn't boast or act to much like it in front of David. David shrugged.
"Hey, better than living on the streets.." Paul signed.
"You sure you don't want to live with us?" He offered. Marion elbowed his ribs. "Ow!"
"Shush! David, you must be tired. We're sorry for intruding. See you tomorrow." She cut in.
"But-"
"Come on." She grabbed Paul's hand and dragged him out.
David nodded as he locked his apartment. He sighed and quickly froze. "Whaa..?" He heard crying in the bathroom. He went over and tried to open it. "Hey?" It won't budge. He went to his living room and tried to look for something that'll help. He spotted the crack and went over. There was something sparkling there. He tried to reach in and grad it, but he couldn't. He left to his suitcase. "Clothes, food,- aha." He took out a knife. He went to the crack and stuck the knife in. He heard a clank and pulled out the knife, and on it was a key. He looked puzzled as he got up and went to the bathroom.
He stuck the key into the lock and unlocked the door. There, the crying was loud. He spotted a note and picked it up.

Dear life,
You're so horrible. You. . . why do you have a need to do this to me? Why. . .

David looked confuzed. But then, for a moment, a scream came out of the living room and there was a sound if nails rubbing against a chalkboard or some wood. Strange, he thought. I never had a chalkboard.
He ran to investigate. And. . .by the crack was blood.
"Ah!" He jumped back and fell down. He got up, being terrified, and read the bloody message.

You better watch out.. I'm behind you..

David's eyes widened so much, he thought they'll fall out. He looked to a side, there was a note..with an address. He graded it and read it out loud. He got up.
"Go there. . ." A voice echoed. David froze. He looked around. No one was there. He gulped, grabbed his keys, and ran outside. He wasn't going to sit around and die in there. He taped the note to the window, when he got there, and started the car.
As he drove out of the parking lot, he saw a man by the entrance of his hotel, waving goodbye, and smiling creepily. David turned around, but he saw nothing, so he drove off. . .