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i walked down the stairs made out of wood to the kitchen. it was tiny. a little oven pressed in the top right corner seen from the perspective from the door. below the oven up to next to the door you can see a few cupboards that contain plates and other kitchenware. in the middle of it is the stove. above are two more cupboards where you can find some glasses and cups. on the opposite site is a small table with 4 chairs and in the top left corner the fridge. pretty simple and small. but that's home.

i enter the kitchen and get myself a plate and a knife out.

it always feels weird to hold a knife. like my body knows something that i do not know about. by looking at it. i should know what i did. but that is not the case.

i just try to continue my morning with breakfast. i left the knife on the kitchen counter for good.

out of the fridge i get myself a spread made out of avocado and herbs. i also get a bit of raspberry jam and place it down on the table. lastly i get myself two pieces of bread and put it on my plate that i also left on the kitchen counter. both knife and plate i take and put it also on the table.

i sit down at the table and make myself the bread. first i eat the one with the spread. then the one with the jam.

at the moment when i want to bite of my second bread my grandma enters the room. she has a few wrinkles and is not that tall. just like me. her hair is white and goes until her shoulders. she wears her standard dressing gown and has a warm smile on her lips. but that smile fades away as soon as she sees me.
she asks me why i am here already and sits down on the chair across from me. i tell her that i thought that she got me. all she does is shake her head. she did not get me home.

now i am confused. maybe i got home early and did not sleep at my friend's house. i can not remember. well i am at home now so it is not important anymore. i decide to text them later.

i look at grandma again and ask her if she wants something to eat too. as i thought she wants a bread roll with a bit butter. i do not really understand why she likes that so much. but everyone has their own taste.

i quickly make her the bread roll she wants and place it in front of her. her smile already thanks me enough. we eat together and talk a bit about what we are up to today.

right after breakfast i quickly clean the dishes and go upstairs again. there i change into some comfortable clothes. also called sweater and my sweat-pants.

i lay down on my bed and look for my phone. first i could not find it. dumb me forgot it lays next to my bed on the nightstand.
i unlocked my phone directly opening my messages and looking up for the chat of me and my friend. as i opened the chat my fingers already fly over the keyboard.

- hey you.
could it be that i left early?
can't remember anything again.
anyway love you xoxo -

with that i send my message and lay my phone next to me again. i stare at the ceiling and dive into my own thoughts.

what happened in the night. why can i not remember anything. always. and why always the night. i do not know. i am so curious. but no answer is here. and who knows if i will ever find out.

two hours have passed and i still got no answer yet. normally they answer in the next hour after they receive a text. i get a little worried i admit.

i pick up my phone and open our chat once again to check when they were online the last time. it directly shows me that they were on their phone last time yesterday evening.

i get even more worried now. they always check their phone as the first thing they do in the morning. but maybe their parents are already home and spend time with them. i hope.

the whole two hours i kind of just lied on my bed reading some fan fictions on my phone. but i only read some new stories that are posted. like this, they can get a chance of not being unnecessarily posted. sometimes they are really good.

but i did not do anything else. what else do you expect from a sunday morning. or late morning. or maybe early noon. well now it is around 11:30 am or something.

i text them again. just in case they really have not checked their phone yet.

- are you alright? kinda worried yk
pls text me when you see that... -

right after i put my phone back on my bed and get up. i should make myself something for lunch.

after lunch i go back into my room. my hands directly reach for my phone just to see that i still received no texts.

this can not go any better. there will not come any messages. i decide to come over if they don't answer in the next hour. though my hope is pretty slim maybe they will even answer in the next hour.

but just as i thought. no answer. no call. nothing. i quickly get changed into something looking more street like clothing and get out of the house.

my grandma does not really care when i go out as long as i text her after an hour that i am gone.

with that, i make my way to their house. i deeply hope they are doing alright. good thing they only live one block away from me. but as i arrive at their house i already see there is still no car.

to be honest i am a bit terrified on what i am going to find or maybe even not find. as i am at the door first of all i knock on the door. no response.

then i try ringing the bell. no response again.
i can not shout of course since my vocal cords have been damaged my whole life. so i try knocking on the door again. nothing.

if i remember correctly the back door on the right (haha skz) is always open. i turn around and walk up to the fence gate. within just a few seconds it slowly swings open.

i go into the garden and close the gate while walking through the entrance.

their garden is pretty small. on the left side of the garden stands a yew. in front of the wooden fence are some flowers like poppy's and tulips but not that many.
on the right stands a wooden bench with a canvas awning above it. and that is all. like i said it is small.

with a quick look through the garden i go to the back door that is leading inside. i breath in again for a second and push the door handle down. for my luck, the door is really open.

i enter the house and look around for a second. there is no one in the house. it sounds like not a single soul has ever been here. the whole house has that kind of haunted house feeling.
i do not feel alright. that place really creeps me out at the moment.

but there is nothing else i could do so i just continue my way or better my search. the question is if i will even find anything.

i continue my search and go towards the living room's door. of course i knock at the door first with the expected result that no one answered.
then probably no one is in the kitchen or even in the bathroom on the opposite side. i take a look in all these rooms just to find no one in there.
right after i take the stairs upwards and have a look around first. it really feels like there is no soul in this house. no wonder i feel ill at ease.
i walk up to their room first and knock again. but no answer. slowly my hand presses down the door handle that leads into their room.

the door swings open and i take my first look inside. but i see nothing. i take a step into the room while i start to sense a weird smell that makes me cover my nose. i look around while making another step further inside. my whole body fills up with goose bumps which just become more as i look to the bed.

i really can not believe my eyes right now. i do not really see my friend there lying on the bed - dead. their whole neck is covered in blood just like their pillow and their pyjama.

my eyes fill up with tears the longer i look at them. this can not be true. carefully i walk up to them and take their hand. no pulse. my tears just become more and more as i look at them.

i am so sorry, Rai

i get this weird feeling again like i had with the knife in the morning. again it feels like my body knows something i do not know. i quickly back away from the corpse. i am terrified. i want to know what happened and what that feeling is.

but this feeling quickly changes to panic as i hear noises from downstairs.