Biting Back (Completed)

R.I.P.

It's been awhile since I heard from Erick... almost a month now I think. I haven't seen him and he has no way of contacting me unless he shows up at my door step, which I think is pretty weird. Does this kind of count as ghosting? He just disappears like a literal ghost.

The hottest topic in town now is about some guy who went on a rampage. There's a couple of missing people and also a racking amount of dead individuals murdered in similar ways. I'm not going out for some icecream and carmel drizzel sauce at night anymore. Now that's all a day activity. Everything is a day activity because I'm not going out there in the dark anymore. The police have been warning people to stay inside so thats why I haven't seen him or heard from him. He's keep safe. He could come out at day time to "check" up on me of something. Maybe I should be the one to make the move now. I mean I have time. I don't have work till tomorrow.

I got to the abandoned looking warehouse building that he lives in. The front of it was open and not locked like it usually was. I tried running up the stairs but they were just too many and I couldn't complete the run. I got to his apartment 888. I knocked and knocked with no anwser. I tried the door handle curious to see if he had left it opened for some reason but of course not. He doesn't have a death wish unlikely me, I'm always trying to get myself killed in the most ununiqe and dumb ways possible. I was defeated. I kind of missed talking to him. I shouldn't miss anything, but sometimes it was just nice to blabber about the most random of topics. I was at the top of the stairs taking a deep breath preparing for the walk back down. His door slowly cracked open, just slightly ajar. I called out to him and asked him if he was there. I forgot my life isn't a damn horror movie but a fucked up comedy about a miserable little rat living in the sewers of life. I pushed his door open and saw his place was almost empty. He had removed much of the furniture. Little remained. He moved with out even saying goodbye... I looked around and he was not there. I looked in every room. How did the door open like that. It was probably just some wind and gravity. That all adds up, makes sense.
I took the opportunity to just snoop around just a little bit in his stuff. I just wanted to know anything about him. I knew practically nothing, except that he's a great cook, he has bad taste in TV shows and movies, he's around my age, he's also fine, he must be rich and that's about all I think. I went into bedroom number one and looked around in the desk inside the room. I found a drawer that contained a couple of diaries. I'm not going to invade his privacy like that, so I kept looking and found another drawer was full of some old junk but within it there was a picture. It looked super old. Like maybe a 100 years old or something. A nice looking lady wearing an extravagant hat. She looked quite familiar though. I looked at the back of the pic and it said 1885. What is he doing with such an old pic. I felt kind of bad for snopping around so i only investigated the last bedroom. There was no desk in that room, but there was a dresser. I opened the first drawer and it was full of clothes so I just closed it and went down to the last drawer. The last drawer looked strange. It was empty and the floor was crooked in it. I tried moving the floor plank and it popped up. He was trying to hide something and for good reason. There were news paper clippings all scattered around. Old and some new. I saw that woman again in one of the news paper clippings. I remember her now. She went missing and it was all over. The when she returned everything went crazy cause she said talked about some crazy guy who gave her roses. People say she had lost her mind after everything. It happend just a few years a ago. I wonder what he could possibly be doing with these. There was also what looked like a shirt and some souvenirs. I lifted up the shirt for some reason in curiosity. It was dirty with mud or something. It had big brown stains on it. I dropped the shirt to the floor. I'm an idiot. I'm a dumbass. Fuck, I might even be platinum blond right now. How could I be so stupid. Those were blood stains... Why the fuck would he be collecting this shit in a hidden drawer. Fuck no. I just put my finger prints on it. I'm screwed. I got to get out of here. My finger prints are all over this shit. What the fuck Angela. Oh my God, I'm going to jail. I'm going to be locked up. I can't defend myself in court. I don't even think a lawyer can help me at this point. My only defense is I'm a dumbass, a brain dead little sewer rat. I have to run for it. I ran out of the bedroom. I got as far to the front door when  it suddenly shut closed and Erick was standing right there behind the door, the whole fucking time. Shit, R.I.P. Angela. The stupidest bitch in the whole city.
He looked at me diffently. His eyes were no longer welcoming or light. He looked with hunger, like he had been starved for long enough. His face was expressionless. He didn't seem to be human anymore, he was a monster.
I backed away from him as I tried my best to calculate another exit. There must be a fire exit somewhere. He didn't move he just stayed put locking his eyes in mine as I backed away slowly. He terrified me. Who is this man. What the fuck have I gotten myself into...
"I swear I saw nothing man. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here. There's people waiting for me, so I have to hurry home. Please, I don't know anything..." I pleaded to him as he stared into my soul. "Erick...?" I mumbled quietly. I stood frozen as i couldn't back any further. My breath started getting pretty heavy, like I had ran up all of the stairs again. I tried to look cool and calm. I think I might have looked more like a squirrel that shit their pants in effort to hide their fear. This is some next level spooky shit. I'm not dying in a horror movie, at least I hope I'm not going to...
He started walking towards me. I felt a tear run down my cheek. I couldn't move my body. My head was just praying for a miracle. If he just suddenly dropped down dead and I could run the fuck away. I need to get away. He was getting closer and closer to me. I got the ability to move my legs and go to the side, just a little further away from him. He was almost up against me now. I could feel his breath, cold... "Please don't kill me." I screeched out. His demenour took a sudden change. He placed his hand on my cheek. The other cheek not my ass cheek. He caressed my face as I sqeezed my eyes closed and moved my head to the side. I opened my eyes and looked back, he was gone. The front door was wide open again like nothing had occurred. I ran and ran. I even ran down the stairs and didn't die by doing that by some miracle. I got out and started bawling my eyes out of the socket. What little mascara and makeup I wore evaporated. I ran home ignoring Kevin with his daily stupid fucking greeting every time I walk by. Fuck you Kevin. I got home and realized I'm not much safer here then I am at his place. At least I have some neighbors to listen to my screams as he stabs me or strangels me or maybe he'll bash me or-or maybe he'll beat me or maybe he'll come up with some new way of torture... I have to go to the police. That was definitely evidence of some sketchy ass fucking shit. I mean a blood stained shirt. News paper clippings of his crimes and a bunch of souvenirs he probably took from his victims, pictures of one of that girl. I grabbed my shoes and jacket and went out. I went to the train station and found my way to the closest police station. I told them how he had this hidden drawer with pictures and stuff and told them I could show them. I showed the police the abandoned building he lives in. I told them it was apartment number 888. We got to the floor where his apartment was. The sign on the door was gone. Instead it said 619 and not 888 anymore. Is this a joke the officers started asking me. The door was open and nothing was inside. The apartment was emptied. I looked inside to see if he had left anything. There was nothing. No furniture, not even a little note. I noticed a strange crack on the wall in the living room where the TV was once. It looked like it was bleeding. I called an officer over to me and told them to look at the crack. It was bleeding a thick red liquid. Clearly it was blood. The police ordered me to go with them to the station immediately.
When we got to the station I was sat down and was told to wait. I waited and waited and finally a officer came in and sat down and started asking me questions and told me to tell them everything I knew and remembered. Shit is getting too real. It must have been a few hours of just back and forth. I was informed that they found the bodies. What bodies I asked them. The ones stuffed inside the walls. They mean to say that was- I couldn't handle the information and I vomited every ounce of fear, disgust, disappointment and stupidity in myself right on the table in front of me. They put me in a holding cell for and told I had the right to a lawyer. I see how this looks now. I'm the main suspect.