The red light of my alarm clock on top of my bedside desk shines 2:37 am. The moonlit night shines into my bedroom through the open window as wind blows the curtains. Only my bed as desk is visible. The rest is in a endless void of darkness. Suddenly I hear the unmistakable sound of glass breaking. I flinch in fear. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, and as I look down I see a hunting knife stabbe into my stomach. Blood stains my clothes and carpet. I slowly pull out the knife and trying mulffle my grunts. Afterwords I slowly crawl my towards my desk. Quickly I shuffle through. Nothing the man must have gone through it already. Then I remember I keep a case under the bed. I gab it. It's locked with a number lock and key. "568" quietly whispering to myself. "The key where is it. Crap its in the closet." I drag myself towards the closest. The pian was unbearable. Yet some how I managed to get the closest and get the key from one the shoe box I hid it in and back, without sreaming in pain or passing out. Quickly I unlocked the case. Inside a M911 to magazines and note. "Since I know you'll run into trouble I got u this. Now I know you're trying to run from your past with all that happened, I don't blame you. Well good luck. May your new life bring you joy. - Karin "
"Damn Karin you always new what is best for me. Well thanks, we ever u are." I grab the gun and tryed my best to get up. Grabbing my old bat as make shift cane I made my way out my from to the source of glass shattering. I was surprised to see the man was doing. He sits on the coffee table with a first aid kit next to him. It seemed hr was sowing up a wound. I watched quietly just to study him. I noticed that he was paled skinned. And it seemed that a few veins popped and it looked it was black. He seemed almost zombie like. He quickly out his jacket on and put his hood on. And grabbed his backpack filled with my food and supplies. I knew then it was my chance to strike. He the looked back just when I pulled the trigger. He stumbled. Then quickly came charging at me. He grabbed me from the neck choking me. He stared me right in the eyes. I did the same. Then I realized he wasn't a man, but something else. He said nothing, then without warning punch me right where my stab wound is. He jabbed his fist into my stomach. The pian was inconceivable. He let his grip loose and u quickly fall. He was walks out but before he leaves he speaks. In a low tone in a rusty voice. "You're lucky I already had dinner tonight." He smirks and leaves. Seconds later I hear a woman's scream and a gun shot. Afterwords I grab my tape recorder. Whichs lead to present time. As I sit hear with a pool of blood next to me I remember seeing that thing. Previously a few times this week in fact. In the lobby. He just sat there reading the newspaper. ( sirens in the distance) Ahh the police. Guess I can rest now.
"That's all?"
"Told you Marry. The guy is a nut."
"Well actually he might not be, Chris." "If I remember right, there was a case exactly like this one, well the discretion of the suspect at least."
"Wait your saying there might be a connection between the two. Well if there is the guy has to be found now. The place had blood everywhere."
"See if you can get the files on that case, lets if there connection between this guy Taylor and the previous case."
"Alright I'm on it Marry."
