I walked out of the courthouse. I had just lost my wife, Bailey and my one-year old daughter, Anna. I went to my Mercedes-Benz and sat in the car for a while thinking about my life. Then, I received a call. It was my boss he asked me where I was. I said, "I needed an off today, I told Mary to tell you." "Mary never told me," he replied. I was shocked; Mary and me had been like brother and sister for three years in the stock business. "Anyways, you are fired. Today he had the biggest stock crash in the history since the '20's!" he exclaimed. "I'm fired?" I asked. "Don't worry Danny, they're shutting down the entire market for a while so we are all going to be unemployed for a while," my boss told me sadly. "Goodbye." This is the worst day in my life. I lost my wife, child and my job. I wondered where I would live. I could not live in my studio apartment because the rent to that apartment was $8,000 a month. I needed to move somewhere cheap.
I drove to my apartment and paid the early termination contract. Then I drove around Queens and Long Island until I found a cheap area. Then I was driving and then I saw a Motel/Apartment on the street. The sign on the Motel/Apartment said $250 a month. "That is very cheap," I said. I walked in and the attendant told me that there was a room available on the second floor. The room was Rm. 65. The room looked fine but the darkness of the room and violent paintings made me think that I should have thought before I rented this room.
Over the next couple of months I was out of town so I didn't really stay in my new room. My mother was sick and I needed to be with her for about one week. I never told her that I lost my job. She talked about how my brothers were doing. We chatted for a long time but after a while I needed to leave because I had a long drive home. When I got home my room had been cleaned while I was gone so it wasn't as dusty as before. That night I was very tired so I decided to let everything go and go to bed.
The next morning I woke up to a phone call. It was my sister calling. "Mom is dead Dan!" I suddenly got up in fright. I got ready and drove to the hospital. I drove 95mph on a 65mph highway. When I got to the hotel there was blood on the see-through window of her room. I tried to get in but it was locked. The doctor came out after a while and said that she had been murdered. "How can she be murdered in a hospital?" I asked angrily. "I don't know, the back door was left open last night by a careless security guard probably. "This is ridiculous!" I exclaimed at the doctor. "What was the cause of death?" I asked. "Blunt force to the head and knife into stomach. Time of death is probably some time at 2:00a.m; and it took place in the room. I was in awe, how could a hospital be so careless. "Did any other patient get killed?" I asked. "No, it was only this lady." This made me even madder. I left the hospital and called my lawyer. Over the next few weeks I stayed in a hotel by the apartment so I could work out a case. We won the case and got justice. After the case I moved back to my room that I had only spent on night in because of my mother. That night I had went to bed very slowly because, I was restless.
The next morning I woke up to another phone call this time it was from my brother-in-law. He was crying. "Your sister has died," he said sobbing. This is ridiculous. I drove down to her house and I saw her body in her car. I was in double awe. I asked the police what had happened. They told me that she had been hit by a shovel in her head and suffocated with a plastic bag. I took a look at the body. This scared me. Somebody was killing my family. My family never angered anybody; we were always the silent kids who just listened. This not only scared me but my two other twin brothers and my brother-in-law looked fearful. The police said that they could do whatever they would to find the killer but that was it. I drove home that afternoon and it was only about 3:00p.m. When I got home I fell asleep because, I just wanted to get away from the world for the day and night. I took some sleeping pills and drifted off.
The next morning that I woke up I decided to go out for breakfast because I was tired. My brother's and my brother-in-law had stayed in a hotel across the street from me that night. I decided to check how they were doing. When I got to the room nobody answered so I though they had gone out for breakfast too. I came back in the evening and nobody still answered. I started to get a little worried. Then by 5:00p.m. I burst down the door and saw that there was blood splattered all over the walls and there were my brother's and my brother-in-law on the ground all dead. I screamed as loud as I could. One of the neighbors heard me and decided to call 911. That evening I went back home and called Bailey. I told her about all that was going on with me. She was in fright too for the children. I told her to leave New York for a while. I also told her to take the kids with her. That day was very tiring so I decided to go to bed. The next morning I woke up to a call from the police. "I will be petrified if this is a call for another death." I said; it wasn't. I was told to come to the police station. The police said that there was nothing that they could do for the case. The crime scenes had all been clean with nothing but blood of the victims. I knew he couldn't bribe the officers into opening the case any longer so he had to give in. The next night I couldn't fall asleep so I didn't. I was awake all night. Until it became midnight, after that I don't remember anything.
I woke up the next morning in the woods with a knife in my chest and a police officer finding me. He told me I was definitely going to die. Before I died though he told me that there was a witness to the hospital murder. The officer told me that the witness described the man exactly looking like me. After that I died. I now understood; it was all from that hotel room. A few years ago a man had died in the Motel I had read it in a news story. He died by the Long Island serial killer before I rented the room. The room I rented was never rented until I rented it last week. The Long Island serial killer must have also died from being surrounded by the police in that room. The killer was I every night. After I fell asleep after midnight the spirit possessed me and I killed my family members. I could still see the officer not understanding how the witness described me. The police never did figure out the case and they never will.
