My life’s ordinary… at least for the most part it is. There are those times when I sit on the couch watching tv late into the evening and lose track of time as the date on the calendar changes. I have watched the entire Hunger Games in one go though I don’t remember much of it.
I live in a house up close to a highway. It’s the only house for a while when you drive on the road near the woods towards the interstate highway. I don’t get a lot of neighbor-chatter and noise but having a house with a driveway sure has its demerits. Since I live near the woods, people tend to lose sense of direction when driving on the main road and often want to turn around and they find my drive way the perfect place to enter, and turn the car around.
I get a lot of people all over the day pulling up on the driveway, swiping through their phones cursing the GPS to do its job right for once and show the right roads. I have gotten used to it at this point but I can’t help but perk up every time a car pulls in. I mean, you can’t blame me for being concerned since some of these cars pull in pretty late in the evening and there is something just unsettling about two bright headlights piercing through your living room window blinds. But nonetheless I got accustomed to it and it was fine. People would pull over, check their maps for a while then turned around and no-one really ever seemed particularly suspicious… until one day they were.
That day I was, as usual, relaxing on the couch after a long day of work at the clinic. I put on some show on the tv and laid down on the couch with a bag of crisps ready to unwind and relax. It was about 10pm. An hour passes, then another. I start to get sleepy and think to myself I should probably call it a day sometime soon. As I contemplate getting up to go the bed, I hear a car pull over into the driveway.
This isn’t the first time a car has pulled over this late but its also not a usual occurrence. I look through the blinds sheepishly and see black Hyundai sitting near the end of the driveway with the headlights on. I was kinda spooked but chalked it up to a GPS fail and patiently waited for them to gather their thoughts and pull out back on the road.
Fifteen minutes past, I come back from the kitchen after drinking a cup of water because somehow, I felt really exhausted even though I was just relaxing and made a mental note to start working out again later in the week. The car was still there. In the exact same position, with the headlights still on. I was starting to worry now since its not usually this long before someone figures out the right way and leave the place. Against all my instincts I decided to grab the jacket, slip into the shoes and walk out towards the car. It was a foggy night and the car’s lights made it impossible to see anything through the car.
I called out “Hi, have you lost your way? Happens pretty often around here.” No response.
I keep walking towards the car, starting to sweat a little since this was strange. Why would the driver not respond? I decided to walk around the driver’s window to talk to the person. As I walk up against the headlights, I see a silhouette of someone sitting on the passenger seat beside the driver looking straight up at me. It was just a black figure since the headlights rendered it impossible to see any facial features. I waved my hand to grab their attention but get no reaction. My palms start to sweat here as I have no clue as to what is happening.
I finally make my way towards the driver’s window and lean in to talk to the driver when I notice, there isn’t one. There is no driver. Terrified I look up towards the passenger seat and… my eyes spoke a language my brain couldn’t comprehend. The woman on the passenger seat was strapped with duct tape to the seat, her mouth strapped shut so she couldn’t speak and there was blood dripping from the back of her head. She was… dead. The window next to her was down and there was blood splattered all over the car’s interior.
I frantically call the cops, barely able to speak out after the horrifying sight I just witnessed in the car. I told the officer as much as I could… and the conversation is a big blur to me. All I remember was the cops arriving and telling me that they found no one else near the house and around the woods. No sign of anyone else near the car or near the road. I passed out from the experience and everything after is a blackout.
I woke up and found myself in a room sitting on a chair in front of a table with a light hanging over the ceiling and a man sitting across the table. The man shows me a glove box and a lot of pictures and files. I recognize the glove box as mine immediately. He opens it up and takes out my pair of gloves and the mallet, all covered in blood. We talk for a while and escorts me to this bed in this room. The last thing I remember writing this is just me trying to sleep on this bed and that was 3 hours ago. Now I’m writing this as a record of what happened before my sentence tomorrow. The clothes I’m wearing have the county police logo and I don’t quite remember wearing it… oh well… I’m known for losing track.
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