The Way Home

For the past two weeks as Mr. Sage walked the road home from the bank, he felt the eyes of someone watching him, and heard footsteps on the road that belonged to no one. Each evening his gait became more hasty and his heart pounded loudly in his ears. Tonight felt different though. He sighed a breath of relief as he admired how the setting sun the normally melancholy and gloomy air. All of the sudden, Mr. Sage was grabbed by the arm and the stranger with dark eyes whispered in his ear, "Any day is a good day to die, you better watch your back". Then left, leaving Mr. Sage to walk home, terrified. Hastily opening and closing the gate wanting to hurry and get inside. He was safe for now. The following day he walked home he carried a small revolver in his jacket pocket just as a precaution. Halfway home he heard fast clacking behind him. WHOOSH a deer jumped out of the bushes as he looked forward there was a man in front of him with a crowbar. Fumbling to pull his revolver out of his jacket pocket the man rushed towards him. Mr. Sage drops the revolver as the man very quickly closed ground between them. As Mr. Sage looked up pointing the gun the man was gone. With his heart beating very quickly he shakily lowered the gun.

Walking home very shaken and hastily he got home for the time being till tomorrow waiting for what comes the following day. As his head hits his pillow to get rest he visions a golden dagger, he does not know what it means but he envisions it. While walking to the bank, the place he goes to work, he saw someone come out of the pawn shop across the street, a very fast paced person as if he were up to something. As he walked past Mr. Sage he dropped a golden dagger. Terrified, Mr. Sage picked up his pace and got to the bank. As the hours went by and no-one entered the bank, he couldn't help but think what would happen on the way home. As his shift came to an end the clouds started to become very dark, as he stepped outside to start his walk home it started to sprinkle mildly, keeping his revolver at his side and an umbrella in his left hand, he was very skeptical walking home. Something seemed more off than usual.

Each thing he did had a very dark feeling. Every step, every breath, he could hear his heart beating. All the things seemed slowed but was at a normal speed at the same time. Getting home safely without a problem he sat down to eat dinner. It was around 6:00 p.m. when there was a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole there was no-one there. He thought nothing of it and sat back down to read. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. There it was again. This time opening the door, still no-one was there. He thought it was teenagers playing ding-dong ditch. He called 911's non-emergency line to complain, the operator told him they would be there in about an hour or so. Thirty minutes go by. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Thinking it was the police he opened the door. WHAM. He was hit with something hard, falling to the ground. Terrified he screamed seeing the golden dagger he visioned. Mr. Sage was stabbed and killed in the comfort of his own home. When the police got there it was too late, two hours had gone by and Mr. Sage was dead. The police started there investigation while the murderer had gotten away scott free leaving no trace he was ever there or had anything to do with the murder. The case went cold.