Revelation
176 Words
7/12/1997 9.23pm Tejas' house
With a final push, Tejas' ebony cupboard collapses onto the floor with a deafening bang, spilling clothes and belongings all over the floor. He sifts through the mess of his upturned furniture. His things, his things. He is losing it all.
He goes over to his bedside and throws open drawer after drawer from the chest beside his bed. Books. Socks. He flings open the bottom drawer, and a bloody mess greets his eyes.
A mix of clothes, all stained by blotches of scarlet and brown. Clothes he's never had. He takes them out from the drawer, recognises the old mayor’s jacket, the fortune-teller’s robe. Dried blood spattered on everything.
He fishes out a rusted mayor's badge from the drawer. Bear fur. Silver dust. Little pieces of the victims. He feels sick. The killer is toying with him. Tejas throws up against a corner, dry heaving, having eaten absolutely nothing.
Tonight, he will go to bed with a kitchen knife beneath his pillow.
Whatever will come will come.
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