As I look in his brown eyes I felt like I was staring into space for hours. This person standing at my door was my brother. He hugged me but I was to daze to hug him back. "Why are you here?" I said.
"That is a good way to start a family reunion," he replied sarcastically .
"Can I stay here? you see right now I am not in the best of shape."
The I look down and I could tell by the teared up and how dirty he was that he was homeless.
Reluctantly, I said, "Okay! Come in!". One thing that was really puzzling was how did he know where I live but I didn't asked him. After he took a shower and I gave him some fresh clothes.
After about 45 minutes, he knocked on my bedroom door and asked, "Can u take me somewhere?"
Since, I haven't had any visitors in a while I figured what's the harm in entertaining my guest.
"Yea," I said. I had been doing nothing else but mourning the lost of wife lately. During the car, I asked, "Have you heard the story of the psychotic killer who worked with the notorious killer, Jigsaw?"
I noticed he became exceedingly nervous when I asked that question.
"No, never heard of it," he said. His voice was shaking which made me suspicious. We finally arrived the address he gave me. It was a club but I should have known. He always loved the club scene.
The atmosphere was so different than I am use to. I've been stuck in the house for years mourning the loss of my love, it seems like a lost track of time and simple social interactions.
We had been in the club for about 10 mins when I see my brother talking to a very beautiful blond. She seemed uncomfortable. Unable to really hear what was being said over the loud music, I read her lips say, "well, I am leaving now."
My brother responded, " Your staying right here, bitch"angrily grabbing on her arm. I hurried over to see what was going on. I grabbed his arm, "Mind your own business!" he said. The girl started crying. I saw this crazy look in my brother's eyes. "Stop holding onto the girl"I told him.
Then he stop holding her is aggression and that crazy look in his eyes left. He smiled at me and says "sorry don't no what got into me".
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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...
