Alone. In a Dark room with nothing except my deep, dark and emotional thoughts. That sadness that holds inside me is everlasting. All these feelings and thoughts are for a recipe of bitterness. Since the day my wife was murdered, there has been an overwhelming feeling of emptiness that I don't think can be filled.
I have never been truly happy since that tragic moment. If money could be happiness I would be happier than a kid in a candy store. My name is Mark Austin. Right now just looking at the window and I heard it is going to be a Level 5 Hurricane which is supposed to be one of the worst Hurricanes by the way. But meteorologists are usually wrong any way. So know I check my phone and it has a text by mom saying.
"I hate you. All you had to do was share the money with your brother. He probably would have stayed and wouldn't have been disappointed but your selfishness got in the way. Now it is his birthday and we still haven't found him yet".
That's my mom for you. She hates me because I didn't share my dad inheritance when he died with anybody. The only reason I kept it was because he believed it would break the family apart. But I keeping the money broke the family apart too.
It broke the family apart because most people in our family wanted the money. The reason she didn't divorced my dad was because of the inheritance. I don't think it was the money that broke the family apart. I think it was the greediness of all our family members. My sister and I were only one who was not greedy so we split inheritance.
Now I look out the window, staring at the fog across from me. I went in my Living room and slouched down on the couch and turned on the TV. On the news, it was talking about a crazy psychopath who broke out a asylum close to me. He was in there for working with the other psychopath killer, Jigsaw.
I was a little scared now. Knowing that a murder is on the loose near where you live would probably make you scared too. While I was scared on the couch I heard a knock on the door. I was startled of whom I heard. Then I started drifting off to the door. When I opened it I was astonished by the person who was at the door.
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The Return
HorrorIt was a gloomy, gray night in June. A level 5 hurricane name Curreem was on the horizon. In a distance Mark hears a faint, "Help! help me!". Not having had any visitors since his wife died, he was startled by a knock at the door. Curious as to what...
