A Murderous Mission

Six

Unfortunately for me, no one really believed this man's claims, especially considering his age, so the police didn't bother their time searching around my neighborhood, which was to me. If murder was just running around and you had no leads, they should probably be checking into everything they got.

This set me even more on end in nerves, so I did the stupidest thing I could think of: go outside and to try and look for him myself, to see if I can find anything.

I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep properly until I knew there was no killer living on my street. Unfortunately, though, my road consisted of at least twenty houses on either side of the road, each quite close in color and exterior designs.

Sighing, I printed out the picture the elderly man took of the house he had suspected, slid out my bedroom doorway and walked silently downstairs. Walking out my front door, I glanced down each side of my house and rolled my eyes. It was as she thought, every house was exactly the same, therefore, the killer - if he lived here - could live in any one of these houses.

Fuck.

About an hour an a half later, I came up with nothing, exactly as I thought I would. Every house that even looked similar to the one in the picture, there was none whose house was an exact match. Frustrated, I sulked back to my house, disappointed I couldn't find the house and get rid of the possible threat.

It was now only 9 am and I decided it was best to get around and head off to school. I quickly sent Susan a message asking if she could sneak out and pick me up, letting her know I felt better.

Susan replied only 10 minutes later, letting me know she could pick me up during the lunch period. That was only about three hours from now and considering we had second lunch, Susan would thankfully be able to get out a little early. 

Waiting for Susan only increased my frustration as I trotted upstairs to my room, locking the front door behind me. I went back to my desk and pulled up the websites I had opened earlier, going through them all again trying to spot anything I missed.

When Susan had finally arrived, I was seconds away from picking up my Mac and throw it at a wall, I still couldn't find anything, even after three hours. I didn't know where this anger comes from as this sometimes happens from time to time but quickly realized it was my fear and terror of what could happen.

I did not want to be the next murder showcasing on Channel 13 news. Sighing, I stood, grabbed my things, and left with Susan back to school.

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