Stikson City

Morton

Who is Morton? The sad sad truth. This is Morton's story from his school life , to his murder, or what the cops convinced people to be, an animal attack. I knew it wasn't an animal attack, even if I wanted to believe it to be one, I knew it wasn't. So, I dissolve digging I went to his house. I questioned his parents and they even let me look through some of his things. All I got from his parents was the last time they saw him it was when he called them telling him that he was on his way home from baseball practice, but they never say him. When they let me look through some of his things though, I found some helpful information. They let me look in his room. It seemed pretty basic with a bed,a desk, a night stand, some awards framed around. Nothing to crazy, but per usual there is always a second layer to every persons started searching his closet, in his dresser drawers, his nightstand drawers, even his desk and I found so many secrets that I'm sure would not want any  person to find if he was still alive. I found his phone on his desk. The cops must have given it to the parents from his locker once they cleaned it out. I attempted to open the phone. As a typical teenager would do, obviously it was locked with a number code. So, i needed to look around in case he had wrote down the code anywhere. I sorts through The papers on his desk and found something. His journal. Pure gold for any investigation but  now all I needed was the key to open the lock on it. He must have not been the best at hiding things because it was pretty easy to find. It was in his baseball glove lying on his bed. I immediately took the key from the glove and unlocked the journal and began to search for the code to his phone. As soon as I opened it a slip of paper fell out onto the hardwood floor. I bent down and grabbed the slip of paper and looked at it. As I predicted it was the code to his phone. 3470. I typed the code in and I was in his phone. I started through each and every app. The first one I looked through was his notes. He didn't really have many. He just had a to-do list and some snapchats he was going to add later. But he also had this other note. It was almost like a journal entry type of thing. I started reading it and I was shocked to come into mind with the things I was reading. It was in fact a journal entry. About what he was really doing the night he went missing. It was his plan to escape. He hated his family. Apparently they aren't as peachy as they seem to be to him. He hates his school life.  Which is pretty average for a teenager to feel, I know I do too. But what was next shocked me. He wanted to escape mostly to ensure he would be safe. He started rambling about seeing someone of something in a house not far from the lake. In the middle of the woods. He saw something and he wanted to make sure no one knew he saw it. I wanted more information, but after that sentence it only turned into a repetitive rant over school complications. But how did the school tangle into what he had saw? It just wasn't adding up. What did he see and is that why he died? To pay the price for seeing it again? I pressed for more, I tried looking through each and every app he had on his phone. Even messages but it seemed to me if there were any, they would have been deleted by now. His parents barged in, saying I needed to go because they were going to close off this room from now on to visitors. I nodded and asked for a moment to grab my things and leave ,they agreed ,left the door cracked and walked out. I grabbed my bag, and put his journal, and other journals he had too in my bag and left. He was trying to escape this dreaded place, but he failed and wound up seeing something instead, but what. It doesn't add up.