I'm just a regular guy. I go to college, finish my classes, talk to some friends and then go home. I take the same path every day walking home and it takes me 10 to 15 minutes to get there. However, one day something .. unusual .. happened. For a week, I've had this strange feeling. It felt like someone was watching me.. as if someone was following me all the way from my college to my house.
There was a rumour going around in my college that, a man would kidnap some people on their way back home. Now these days that's not a very strange thing to hear but, the weird thing is that the man who did the kidnapping, only told them his name and let them go. Those people would suicide after exactly 6 hours from being released. Anyway, I thought that rumour was absurd and unreal so I ignored. In the last day of that week as I was walking home the same path I took everyday. A man was walking behind me. He was well-built, shaved, and had a very familiar face somehow. I ignored him and assumed he was simply walking back the same way I am. But then, questions crossed my mind. "What if he's the kidnapper? What if he's the one who's been watching me for the past week? Should I call the cops? No, if I call anyone he'll make his move before they get here."
What if I'm over thinking? A kidnapper wouldn't be walking around in broad daylight, at least that's how it works in movies. Should I be worried? After all, apparently all hostages are released after he tells them his name. What is that "name" anyway? I should just calm down and make it home as fast as I can. Chances are that its just a man walking the same path I am taking." So after several minutes, I noticed that the man was getting closer .. and closer to me. I remained calm and continued walking as if there was no one there. And then, what I had feared happened. I felt an arm wrap around my neck and a cloth with some strange chemical in it was forced into the bottom side of my face forcing me to inhale it.
I could not scream or yell and as I was gasping for breath I could feel my consciousness slowly fading. Eventually I had went unconscious. I woke up in a strange looking basement tied to a chair. Very cliché I thought. There were strange photographs in the room of people from my college. Immediately I hated myself. How could I be so stupid as to let a kidnapper walk behind me? What's gonna happen to me now? No one may ever find out that I was kidnapped. After all, no one would care. I tried screaming my lungs out for help, but no one came.
After several minutes, I could hear footsteps. Someone was coming down the stairs, with every step fear was taking over every inch of my body. I could feel my blood flowing and my eyes were wide open. Knowing that I am completely helpless in the basement of what seems to be a lunatic. The man came up to me, moved his face so close to me I could hear him breathe. He said, do you know my name? No sir, I replied. He said my name is.. JOHN CENA!!!! After telling me his name, the man untied me and let me go. What the fuck? I thought to myself. What the actual fuck just happened? My brain could not process what just happened. Is this some sort of prank? I went into my room and laid down in bed trying to figure out just what the hell happened. "So the rumours are true?" I thought to myself. But then, I remembered the other part of the rumours, suicide after 6 hours. I laughed to myself at how stupid that sounded.
5 hours 30 mins later..
I am writing this story as I stand on a chair about to hang myself. I don't know what is wrong with me. Voices in my head are telling me to kill myself, that I should go to the other side. They're telling me that dying would relieve me from all the stress in my life. All the stupid homework and annoying people. Before today I had always thought that suicide was a selfish thing to do because it's unfair to those who love you. But does anyone even love me? Would anyone even miss someone like me? I was kidnapped today and no one even knew! I don't know why I started hearing those voices after that man told me his name. But I know this, I am glad that man told me his name. Perhaps JOHN CENA!! with the epic music in the background is some sort of ritual that allows people to hear what they want most. That name may have triggered those voices in my head. I leave this story to this world with a smile on my face as my last words. Goodbye.
-Some Dude
