It was 7:00 pm. We had just came back from my friends funeral, the third friend I lost this year. There is some kind of serial killer going around in my small town called Dejendes, it's very bad one at that. He kills a person then takes their family, shoot , he even takes the pets. Police officers are looking all around for my friend Adams family. Its the saddest thing, both of my other friends didn't have kids but Adam,he had a six year old son.
My wife and I wanted to leave Dejendes but , we couldn't sell our house. If we did we'd lose our money. Damn government just works that way, huh?
Cassidy opened the door for me as I held my sleeping child "are you sure your ok? I can imagine this is tearing you apart" she wasn't helping much."yep I'm fine, you kinda get used to it after 2, you know?" she smiled "well, at least your alright". "And I will stay that way" I put my daughter in the next room on her bed.
We sat down on the couch, my wife looked panicked "is the door Locked?" She asked frantically. I got up and checked the locks on our doors and windows , downstairs and upstairs, they seemed to be. I called to my wife from the upstairs corridor. "Yes dear, they are all locked" I heard her groan "are you sure?" I laughed "I'm sure" "positive?" I walked back down the stairs and plopped myself down on the maroon couch where she was sitting. "I am absolutely positive. We are going to be fine here. Just as long as the doors are locked, besides you know we can't leave" she started to massage her temples and sighed "I know, damn government, I would like to be in a place that's murder free but, gosh I just don't wanna be here" she looked so very sad, I hate to see her sad. "We will figure something out don't worry"
We discussed thirty minutes of about a million ways to yell at the government (most involved some very nasty language) and, as if on cue, a loud sort of knocking was heard at the front door. My wife's expression completely changed from okay, to absolutely terrified. "Charlie, please don't open that door," she whimpered. "Im just going to look through the window and see who it is, and if I see anything that matches the description of the killer, Ill call the cops, alright?" I wanted to assure her that she was fine, but I couldnt "alright, just please dont open that goddamn door" she folded her fingers and started to shake her leg on the carpet.
I walked slowly over to the small window by the door. When I arrived, I peeled a part of the sticky black paper that blacked out our windows. I starred out and observed the tall, lean man standing on our front porch tapping his foot. I waited and observed for a while, he looked so familiar, where have I seen him? And then, it hit me like a brick in the temple.
I opened the door and my wife jumped off the couch and sprinted to me "I told you not to open the door!" She cried "and now! Now he's going to kill you and take us!" She cried and I tried to calm her. The man took her hand "Cassidy, you dont remember me, do you?" She was freaking out "what do you mean?!" She pulled her hand from his "get off of me!" He smiled "Cassidy, its me, Harry, From highschool?" She stopped crying "H-Harry? Oh my Im sorry, I havent seen you in so long," she tripped on her words "how-how are you?"
