It was only when I went home that morning to catch some sleep before going to work that I remembered the note I was given. I'd shoved it in my pocket and forgotten about the whole incident. Now that I was home alone I reached into my pocket and pulled it out. I stared at the paper; it was an ordinary piece of paper, with blue lines and pink boundaries. It had my name on it:
Bobb
Then on the inside it said:
She may be okay now, but that can all change. Repent and save your daughter. Don't, and we won't be able to stop what's coming.
I felt my blood run cold and sweat trail down my back as my heart and mind raced, trying to figure out what was happening. From what I could figure this man had come back seemingly from the dead and was threatening to hurt my baby girl if I didn't repent from...what? He didn't specify and there were a lot of things I could repent from. His murder, for one thing...but do I stop at one or do I admit to them all. And then, who do I tell, if I tell the police I killed a man that really isn't dead, they'll put me in jail and either way I don't get to see my little girl, which was the point of killing all those people to begin with. If I tell a greater power: which one and how would the man ever know? There really was no way to repent without a much more specific outline. There was also no way they could hurt Mickey. Me and Ruth were with her twenty four seven. To get to her you'd have to get through both of us as well as whatever doctors, nurses, friends, and random civilians were around. It was impossible. So I shoved the note to the back of my mind and headed for my bed.
