Neighbor

I'd like to start by saying this; I am not crazy. HE is crazy. HE has caused all of this. I'm sorry. I tend to get ahead of myself. My name is Brian moser. I am currently residing in a crazy house. Or "rehabilitation center for the mentally unstable," as they call it. I am here because of my neighbor. He accused me of being a serial killer. A god damn serial killer!! At the time, there was a serial killer running around, but the killings stopped when I was detained. (What a lucky coincidence, right?) anyway, there was a trial. There was no evidence to prove that it wasn't me. I didn't have an alibi for the night of the killings, because I would go to the bar almost every night. So there was a trial. My lawyer persuaded me to plead insanity. I did, and now I'm here. But I'm getting out soon, because of my "remarkable recovery." They'll have to call my wife every day to make sure I'm not exhibiting any "aggressive behavior," but at least I'll be home. And I'll also be on a program similar to house arrest, but anything is better than this hellhole.

Today's the day. I get to go home and see my beautiful wife and two children.

I'm finally home. I pay the cab driver and step out of the car. I hug my wife and son. When I release them, I ask where our daughter is. "Staying at a friends" is my wife's response. Just then, my neighbor walks out. I give him a look that would be equivalent to giving him the finger. He does nothing. I tell my family to go inside and that I'll be there soon. "What do you want, Bill?" I ask. "To make sure no one else is going to get killed", he says flatly. I almost punched him is the face. But I'd only add fuel to the fire. If everyone in town (with the exception of my family) thought I was a serial killer, how could I explain assault and battery charges without getting sent back to the nuthouse? So I say nothing, and go inside my house.

Time passes much slower at home. I'm used to sleeping all day, rarely interacting with another living soul, and then eating. It had turned into a daily routine which then proceeded to turn into a mixed blur which I was unable to follow anymore.

I've been home for close to three hours. All I've done is hugged my wife every five minutes to make sure she's real. My son is in bed. It's 9:00 p.m.

It's 9:30 p.m. I go outside to call my daughter. Just as I press send, my neighbor walks out of his house, dragging two garbage bags. He winks at me. And one of the bags rings.