Hitch Hiked

The South side

You quickly dive behind the chests and other miscellaneous objects and stay there curled up in a ball. scared for your own life, you say your prayers in your head and slow your breathing.

Then it came, the door slammed open and  the immediate smell filled the room, you're now sweating like crazy but you continue to breathe slowly and praying in your head. Your kidnapper Howled in anger

"WHERE IS SHE?! THAT DAMNED SLUT GOT AWAY!"

You hear him shuffle around a few things and you hear him walking towards you then he moves away.

You hear him climb up the stairs and shut the door.
Scared in your spot you fear that he faked leaving the room so you stay there for 30 minutes before you're sure that he's gone.

You finally get up from your hiding spot, when you hear a gunshot from upstairs followed by a thud which urged you to get out of there, ASAP.

On your way, up from your spot you notice a plate on the floor which had a sandwich and a cup of water, not trusting your senses last time, you leave it alone even if you're hungry.

You go to the stairs on the north side, and you surprisingly find the door unlocked. You turn the corner and you see a horrifying site...

Your kidnapper was on the floor, while blood spilled out from his head and a gun in his hand. You notice that a letter was placed nicely with a the words
"For Hostage."

You open the letter and Read it:
"My Name is Richard Hemming and I'm writing this for the girl I kept in the basement, I don't know her name but I might as well call her my hostage? I do not know.

I might as well tell you this too, about sixteen years ago I once had a wife named Samantha, and a daughter named Valori, about fifteen years ago My daughter passed away due to a heart attack, at age 16, then my wife Passed away from breast cancer at age 49 . The world was cruel.

From then on out I kidnapped and raped 20 women and I killed 1 girl.

I was arrested and incarcerated in prison for 20 more years for all of it.

Afterward I tried to  get help for it, but I was addicted to it and I couldn't stop. I was always rejected by doctors and therapists  , for what? Fear.

I just wanted what I lost years ago and I thought that would help.

I made a sandwich and I'll leave the door unlocked. You have every right to hate me. Goodbye. I'm sorry. "

Feeling awful for the poor guy you grab the nearest phone and dial 9-11 you tell them what happened and about after an hour of waiting the police arrive and you're taken to the hospital.

You went missing for a few days and you re appear with few injuries.

You and your family are relieved to be back and to have you back.

The End.