Finding the serial killer

Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Jake’s POV,

It’s dark again, same dark I've been trying to fight off my whole life, but right when I thought I was close to the happiness I wished for, this darkness comes back even stronger, creeping slowly, like an alligator trying to swallow me whole.

I walk around the basement, scared, timid, crying, looking around for an exit, but I see no room. I'm looking at any light that might pierce into this dark, dark basement, but I see no light. It’s dark, all I hear is some muffled screams. It sounds like there is someone here but he and I are different. I'm free, but I can't cry and whoever else is here is crying, but he can't move. The voice is almost faint as if he is trying to keep his screams down scared someone might here. I try to follow the sound, I try to find out if there is someone else here trying to save their life, confused as to why this is happening to him, I want to know if this is just me stuck here, because all I've ever felt in this darkness is loneliness with nothing to live but an abyss of deep dark hole and no one will come to save me from here.

“Hello?” the sound resonates from every wall and bounce back several times. it’s scary to feel this, even my shadow has left me. I try to look, but as much as I try, I've lost all my strength to peek into the dark. My eyes are burning, maybe from lack of water, or lack of food, I'm hungry, I starving, if I don’t eat or drink, I think I'm gonna die. But I still try to call out for the stranger.

“I know you're here.” I said again, this time with more strength. “We have to help each other, we have to escape before that monster come back. Help me. I can't do this alone.” I beg, but got no answer in return. I beg again but silence again. What happened to him? Does he have something over his mouth, is that why he can't speak? If he is tied, I need to find him.

I walk over to the wall. it was farther than I thought, they are taller than a basement would be, they are wet and slimy and muddy and smelly. This place is rotten. I harsh stench of something horrible then death hit me like a punch. If I was suffering before, it’s insufferable now. it’s suffocating and not just that, I began to feel a sharp ring in my ear and it’s just not going away. I try to shrug the voice down, but it makes no difference. The more I walk and walk and walk with no ending, the more the screams in my head intensifies. I leg feel stiff, like I can move it, it’s stuck somewhere. It’s stuck with my whole body. this is the loudest the screams ever got. I think I'm close, I think I'm close to whoever is here in this room. So I try to untangle myself from this mesh of things I can't see and feel. But I couldn’t. I try so hard, I try harder than I'm trying to stay sane, but I can't. I flip over and fall down, head banging to the ground.

I hear voices again.

“Jade! Jade! Help me. please don’t leave me alone. please don’t go.” I try to get up. I feel like someone is calling me. maybe it’s him, maybe he’s calling someone for help. Maybe he thinks I'm some Jade.

I get up trying to free my leg, but the mesh of wires won't let me out of them. I try to drag my feet from between them and I could. I walk, dragged myself until the end of the mess and I feel a box here. I touch it and it’s stiff like a box. I feels like a woofer, I try to tap it, I fell on my back just as it started to bang.

Roses are red. Violets are blue,

Daddy said I should just add you.

Candy isn’t sweet without you.

Sorry I'm good as you.

Everything’s good if I just add you,

You make everything hot like you.

But I think I should add one more you.

Daddy said that’s enough seven you.

Okay mommy I love you.

Oops that’s one more you.

This is my poem, my poem playing here. this is mine.

I try to sit up, and I sit up on my bed, huffing like a crazy dog, drenched in cold sweats.

I look around and it’s bright, but I'm not used to of bright, I'm used to the dark. It was just another nightmare, but it feels so real, my heart is pumping but the blood isn’t reaching anywhere my body feel stiff. Like I would move and break my bones. How did I get here? how did I get in that dream?

It was another dream, it was another nightmare. They been just the same to many years, ever since I was five. But now they are changing, they are getting scarier, they are too real.

I go to the kitchen and gulp in a ton of water, I'm not thirsty, but I just want to drown out this feeling in my stomach. Nothing helps, I'm just more restless. I'm just worried, Emily would sense it and would start asking my questions. Thankfully she’s still asleep and while she’s till sleeping, I'm going to cook something for her. something simple, maybe a sandwich, anything that can help me.

I make us sandwich and walked back to the bedroom; she is still unflinched from her sleep. She deserves, she cried so much she would’ve fainted if she didn’t sleep. We were so intimate, so close, we almost kissed. But I knew I’d be an asshole if I made use of her vulnerability in that moment in any inappropriate way. I just helped her wash up changed her in my clothes and put her to bed.

I was so scared for one nightmare, when she have lived much worse reality. I can just wake up and try to get busy to forget the nightmare, but for her, it’s all over her existence. She thinks about it every time she looks at those scars, her mom who couldn’t save her, dad who was worse than a monster. People get stronger from their experiences, she is strong, I wouldn’t be so strong. I’ll go crazy.

I grazed a finger softly on her cheek, she didn’t budge. I wanted to be the one she wakes up to. I gazed my finger on her lips, they are red, but they are dried, she will want water when she wakes up. I prepare it for her. she was turning over when I came back.

“You're up?” she mutters.

“I made you sandwich.” I smile because this is awkward. It’s awkward we are talking like this, we are talking like we never fought before, we never had our arguments, we never had trust. We behave like everything has always been great. She sits back up.

“I should brush my teeth first.” I nod followed by the doorbell ringing.

“There are few extras in the cabinet. I'll go check.” I saw her getting out of bed before I left the bedroom and walked through the foyer to answer the door.

I opened the door to a parcel laying down at my footsteps. I picked it up ridded in confusion, I never ordered anything. I checked for the name for any mistakes in the address and there wasn’t. but I name alerted me that was on the box. Jade. Again, this name. I’ve been hearing it even in my dreams.

“Who was that?” I walked the box inside and put it on the table.

“I've been hearing this name a lot.” I say ripping open the tape and opening the flaps of the carton box. “What is that?” the box had a remote-control car in color red. Like one I used to play with.

“A car? Do you think it’s another prank?”

“I'm not sure it’s a joke anymore. I think someone is trying to tell me something.”

“How?”

“Both packages have something that’s connected to my childhood.”

“Check is there are any notes.”

“Yeah!”

There was indeed a note in there. I unfold it and began to read it again.

“I'm afraid you took my last gift as a joke, but this one mean business. There is an old, abandoned four level building on the fifth lane, Norway street. Meet me there, on the roof, maybe I'll tell you a little, about you. Maybe you'll find out why all those women have to die. How they are connected to you? why you are connected to them? I know you want answers, and I have those answers. No one but me. hoping to see you, our hero, Jake Wilson.” I looked at Emily. “What the hell does it mean?”

“Get ready! We need to find for ourselves what he wants.”

**

“Do you think this is the right place?” we were parked in the parking of the only abandoned building on this street.

“That’s what the letter said.” Emily added.

The staircase feels weak, almost trembling as we ascend. Maybe no one has been here before, for a very long time. the place is filled with meek attempts to nature trying to take pity in this left-off building and make it something more pleasant.

Even when we are at the roof there is no difference here than anything part of the building, there is still no one here. no one is here. we looked every corner anyone can ever hide at. No one is here. Emily began to look around even keenly,

“We’ve definitely been pranked.” I added watching down the building if anyone is coming to us.

“Look.” I turned at Emily’s call to see her holding a show box like thing in her hand.

“What is it?” she looked frozen, almost dumbstruck, the box trembled in her hands. “What is it?” I asked again but to no avail. But by that time I was almost at hers. I took the box from my hands.

“What the f**k?” I almost tossed it down on the floor

What the hell did I just see?