My friend, Joseph, was a very respected person in our society. He was a very kind person, blessed with a beautiful girlfriend named Jasmine.
But the thing that used to bother me is that never mentioned his past, he never talked about his parents or grandparents which was odd. I realised that they must have been really abusive towards him so that’s why he didn’t want to talk about them, and I understand that people have private lives and many people are not comfortable with sharing their past … But he didn’t even tell me about where he used to live or which high school he used to attend. I talked to his girlfriend to see if he knew something and she was also as clueless as I was.
The only thing he told me was that he moved here when he was 21, as if there were no records of him before he turned 21, which was odd but I decided to not to ask him any more questions.
Now it was a normal day, I was at home watching wwe when I got a call from Jasmine, she sounded … A bit odd, it wasn’t the usual butterfly Jasmine I used to talk to, she sounded a bit scared… Then she told me something that gave me goosebumps
She told me that she was sitting in her room when she heard some noises coming from the bathroom. She told me that it sounded like someone was cutting something with a knife. She tried to ignore it at first but then she decided to go investigate.
She opened the bathroom door and saw Joseph, knife in hand completely covered in blood of a lifeless dog, he then turned towards her with a wicked smile, still holding the knife. She screamed as loud as she could and ran towards her bedroom.The last thing she saw before locking the door was Joseph sprinting towards her like a maniac, carrying the knife in an stabbing position
He kept banging on the door, sometimes stabbing the door with the knife.
She then hurriedly called me.
I had known him for years, I had even stayed with him sometimes and I have never seen him behave this way, I never knew that he had some kind of mental illness.
I comforted her and told her that I was going to his house right now and see what was going on, i was scared as hell but her life was in danger and I had to do something, I was not a very big guy but I used to take martial arts classes so I was not very scared about my own safety but I still took a pocket knife with me, just in case.
I went to his house which was like 5 minutes away, I tried to call Joseph but he was not picking up, then i tried to call Jasmine and she didn’t pick up either, then I got extremely worried. Did he succeed in breaking the door ?Did he kill her?What caused him to react this way?
I finally reached his home. the door was wide open. The inside of the house looked like hell, there was blood everywhere, the tv was smashed, the table was broken and the windows were shattered
But no signs of Joseph, did he ran away and left the door open. That wasn’t my priority, I went upstairs to check on Jasmine,my heart was racing faster with every step I took, I was in front of her bedroom. I called out to her, multiple times, no answer. I tried to open the door, to my surprise it was unlocked. There was nothing anywhere, the only window in the room was smashed and written with red paint on the walls of the room was “don’t worry about my past”
It took me some time to realise that it was not red paint, It was actually fresh blood, i wanted to throw up but I couldn’t I checked every room, in the bathroom i saw a dog, or the body of a dog, there was no head
Then I went to the kitchen, I saw all of the kitchen knives missing, the usually had 3-4 knives with them in the kitchen both for cooking reason and also for emergency situation, and written of the walls was “forget about us “
Then i went inside his bedroom, I saw a note on his bed, it read
“I know everything you two did, I know your secret, take this as some kind of punishment you got for what you did to me, I wanted to brutally end both of you but I guess Jasmine’s has to be the one to get the brutal ending. And don’t worry, i won’t come for you, i will let your own demons get you
And written on the walls was “NEVER ASK ME ABOUT MY PAST “
I quickly burned the letter before calling the police, I needed some time to think privately which I was not going to get if I was a major suspect.
Now I’m sitting in my room writing this, contemplating what should be my next move, i have a bottle of poison beside me but I’m not sure if I have to heart to carry it out, help me oh lord, may God have mercy on me