Once upon a time, I fell in love with a lovely girl named Rebecca , well at least I thought that. It all started two months ago, She started acting weird, doing things such as getting up in the middle of the night. I had no idea why she was doing this, so I just let her carry on with it. When a week past she was still doing this, I was starting to get worried. I asked her why she keeps getting up in the middle of the night, all she says is "I need some fresh air". I did not belive that at all.
This is what I feel like every single night! I cannot get no sleep with this happening, it makes me shake, feel scared. Any way this is what I hear every single night. I hear her getting up, going downstairs. I can hear the front door opening. The door made a strange creaking sound, the creak was not just any normal creak, the creak sounded sharp as if a blade is being sliced down another blade.
One night I just had enough of this nonsense. When Rebecca got up at midnight, I quietly followed her out of the room. She started walking downstairs very slowly as if she did not know how to walk properly. She went into the kitchen, pulled out two sharp knives and walked to the front door. She then slowly put her hand on the door handle slowly pulling the door towards her. She then knelt down and started rubbing the two blades together. A few moments later a man in a dark brown cloak with big black boots was out side the house! I did not know who this man was because he has a mask on. He knelt down and gave Rebecca a piece of paper with some writing on it. I could not see what the writing said because she put the piece of paper in her pocket. She then closed the door, put the knives away and walked back upstairs to bed. I was right behind her and she did not even know I was there.
The next morning when Rebecca got dressed for work, the piece of paper fell out of her pocket. She did not relize it had fell out. I did not tell here either. When she left the house to go to work, I picked up the note and looked at it. The note had a red substance all over it. It looked allot like blood. I brushed some of the blood off of it and started to read the note. This is what it said. "If you do not give me what I asked for in the next 24 hours, consider your boy friend gone."
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