The Unknown

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

School was boring, as usual, but it seemed to go by slowly for some reason. It must be because of how much I wanted it to be tonight. I guess I was excited for the ‘movies’ tonight. Though it would end up with Alex, Jexter and me breaking into the police office. Oh, and yes, they DO shut the police office down every night. They’re just on call by their phones, I think, and hope. I was praying they were, if not, my whole plan would be shattered to pieces.

While walking down the sidewalk, thinking about all of tonight’s events, I sighed to myself. I had a lot of weight on my shoulders right now, but it was… something I had to do. I just knew I had to pull it all off and go for it. It’s like… a voice inside my head telling me to do all these things. One you couldn’t get rid of, you know? I don’t know, this was just strange. The little whisper in my head telling me I have to, is what I’m talking about. Well, thinking about. Am I a mental person? I asked myself. I must be… I seem to be answering all the questions I think.

“Hey! You there!” A random, deep voice shouted from across the road, bringing me back into the present time. I turned to see who the voice came from. Old man Walters? He usually ignores me whenever I try to talk to him… Guess I should see what he wants.

“What’s up Mr. Walters?” I asked, suspicious, yet calm.

“Uhm, I just thought you ought to know that the police were at your house earlier today. Came after you left for school. I think they were snooping around or something…” His gravelly voice sounded somewhat worried.

“Oh, um, thanks for telling me that…” Was all I could seem to say.

“They left something for me to give you, too. It’s a letter, I think.” He stated, pulling it from his back pocket. He stretched his hand forward and gave it to me. As I was reaching for it, I noticed one of two things. One, he has an oddly shaped scar on his right forearm and second, he had multiple, dark pink, old burn marks on his hand. I wonder how he got those… I’d have to ask him some day.

I took the letter and stuffed it in my back pocket. I thanked him and turned, heading back in the direction I came from. I was close to my house enough, so I ran the rest of the way, out of boredom. Plus, I wanted to get home sooner to read the letter the police left for me. Perhaps, it had something to do with Natalia’s death, or maybe something else. I didn’t know yet, so I had to get home fast. The sooner, the better as I always say.

Thinking of nothing but the letter had to say, I made it home within minutes. The door was already unlocked, which was unusual. It was usually locked shut tightly. This was kind of starting to scare me…

I pushed the door open gently and quietly, not wanting to scare anything or anyone if someone was in the house. I then began my search, beginning in the living room and moving into the kitchen. What I saw scared me when I walked into it. Blood covered the one wall the stove and oven were pushed up against, drops of what seemed to be more blood covered mostly the black and white tile floor, and more blood was splattered all over the place. But what got to me was one thing. A bloody knife was holding up an old, torn piece of paper with writing on it.

I approached it carefully, making sure I didn’t step in any of the blood or leave any foot prints. I read it to myself. I shouldn’t have done that. What the note said sent shivers down my spine and made my heart rate accelerate drastically. I felt warm tears forming in my already moist eyes. This could not be happening to me!