I never imagined I would be face to face with the person who has done all of this. There’s blood. I hadn’t seen the image of blood on me in a long time. Was I doing it again? It was back. That fear was back.
“There was another murder last night” sighed Sherriff John the second I stepped into the office.
No response. I can’t bear living like this. I have to find them.
“Another night with no luck I suppose, by the look on your face” murmured Sheriff John.
“I just don't get it. Why are they doing all this? Who are they? When will they stop?” I exclaimed.
I can't deal with this anymore. It was finally getting to me. All the stress and agony were building up.
“It’s every night now. There has to be a pattern” I persuaded the Sheriff.
At that exact moment, it hit me. It had to be done. I have to do what I have to do in order to figure this out.
12:00 a.m sharp, marked the clock. It was time.
“They’ll never figure it out,” she whispered.
They have been searching for her all this time and can never find her. It was getting too easy. She’s in their heads. Suddenly, once 1 a.m hit she felt the adrenaline run through her body, it was that cold rush of acting before thinking. Everything went dark. There was a dead-end shout. It all went silent. She felt the pleasure charge through her body. It was such a relief. She felt the cold touch of the corpse. Now it was time to clean up. She wiped everywhere and washed everything. Little did she know… a smear of blood was left behind.
I can’t be doing it again… there’s no way it came back. I was in the kitchen, if I was going to stay awake all night I had to drink coffee. There was no chance without it. The clock marked 11:59 p.m. when I was desperately waiting for the sheriff's call to announce another murder had happened. I was not going to sleep another night without figuring this out. I have been struggling to get rest at night. I wake up feeling exhausted and completely drained. I head back to my room. “Pat, pat, pat” is all you could hear across the hallway as I make my way towards my room. I was sitting on my bed, on my computer, when I suddenly came to the realization that recently I have been waking up in random places… it wasn't making sense, until that moment, just as I drifted off to sleep with those thoughts roaming in my mind.
They really think that’s going to work. If only they knew. Same routine again. The second 1 a.m hit on the clock and she felt intrigued to do the same things she's been doing for quite a couple of days. No thoughts went through her mind, it was all action. Once again there was an indignant scream, followed by complete silence. Every single movement was visible. It was done. Again. Blood splattered everywhere, even on her face, she was able to taste the satisfaction. When she started cleaning, she felt tired. It wasn’t normal, at least not for her. The smell of the deed was not as powerful as it used to be, maybe she was just overthinking. She finished cleaning everything, yet, little did she know she forgot about one certain part…
“RING RING RING!” I heard from my phone, it was such an ear-splitting sound to hear this early in the morning. I checked the clock and it was 6:37 a.m. I grabbed my phone and of course, it was the sheriff.
“Hello?” I uttered.
“It happened again. There was another murder last night. What are you going to do about this?” declared the sheriff.
“I-'' I couldn't continue that sentence… not after what I had just realized.
I ended the call. Looked directly at my hands. There was blood on them. There was blood on me. Everywhere. I stood up and walked to my mirror. Face to face. It couldn't have been me. I don't believe it. Then it all became clear… it had come back. My sleepwalking problems were back. It had been me the whole time. I had been searching for myself. I’m the killer.
They found her. They finally found her. I guess she wasn't as good as she thought she was. It had always been her.
“Do I turn myself in? What should I do? It was me all along. I can't turn myself in. No one will ever know” I kept repeating.
After all, sleepwalking has never been a crime…
“There was another murder last night” sighed Sherriff John the second I stepped into the office.
No response. I can’t bear living like this. I have to find them.
“Another night with no luck I suppose, by the look on your face” murmured Sheriff John.
“I just don't get it. Why are they doing all this? Who are they? When will they stop?” I exclaimed.
I can't deal with this anymore. It was finally getting to me. All the stress and agony were building up.
“It’s every night now. There has to be a pattern” I persuaded the Sheriff.
At that exact moment, it hit me. It had to be done. I have to do what I have to do in order to figure this out.
12:00 a.m sharp, marked the clock. It was time.
“They’ll never figure it out,” she whispered.
They have been searching for her all this time and can never find her. It was getting too easy. She’s in their heads. Suddenly, once 1 a.m hit she felt the adrenaline run through her body, it was that cold rush of acting before thinking. Everything went dark. There was a dead-end shout. It all went silent. She felt the pleasure charge through her body. It was such a relief. She felt the cold touch of the corpse. Now it was time to clean up. She wiped everywhere and washed everything. Little did she know… a smear of blood was left behind.
I can’t be doing it again… there’s no way it came back. I was in the kitchen, if I was going to stay awake all night I had to drink coffee. There was no chance without it. The clock marked 11:59 p.m. when I was desperately waiting for the sheriff's call to announce another murder had happened. I was not going to sleep another night without figuring this out. I have been struggling to get rest at night. I wake up feeling exhausted and completely drained. I head back to my room. “Pat, pat, pat” is all you could hear across the hallway as I make my way towards my room. I was sitting on my bed, on my computer, when I suddenly came to the realization that recently I have been waking up in random places… it wasn't making sense, until that moment, just as I drifted off to sleep with those thoughts roaming in my mind.
They really think that’s going to work. If only they knew. Same routine again. The second 1 a.m hit on the clock and she felt intrigued to do the same things she's been doing for quite a couple of days. No thoughts went through her mind, it was all action. Once again there was an indignant scream, followed by complete silence. Every single movement was visible. It was done. Again. Blood splattered everywhere, even on her face, she was able to taste the satisfaction. When she started cleaning, she felt tired. It wasn’t normal, at least not for her. The smell of the deed was not as powerful as it used to be, maybe she was just overthinking. She finished cleaning everything, yet, little did she know she forgot about one certain part…
“RING RING RING!” I heard from my phone, it was such an ear-splitting sound to hear this early in the morning. I checked the clock and it was 6:37 a.m. I grabbed my phone and of course, it was the sheriff.
“Hello?” I uttered.
“It happened again. There was another murder last night. What are you going to do about this?” declared the sheriff.
“I-'' I couldn't continue that sentence… not after what I had just realized.
I ended the call. Looked directly at my hands. There was blood on them. There was blood on me. Everywhere. I stood up and walked to my mirror. Face to face. It couldn't have been me. I don't believe it. Then it all became clear… it had come back. My sleepwalking problems were back. It had been me the whole time. I had been searching for myself. I’m the killer.
They found her. They finally found her. I guess she wasn't as good as she thought she was. It had always been her.
“Do I turn myself in? What should I do? It was me all along. I can't turn myself in. No one will ever know” I kept repeating.
After all, sleepwalking has never been a crime…
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