Lathaniel
"Has anything more happened?" I asked Joe over the phone. "No sir, it's been quiet today." He answered. "Alright, keep up the good work." I responded before cutting the call.
For the past two weeks my office as well as my room back at home has been trashed several times. The only thing that recovered? The same ominous note I got the first time only with a different initial signed each time.
I'd learnt that whoever was doing this went by the name Fabian. It wasn't a help at all. The strange thing about this guy was the fact that he was able to trash my things to such a great extent but leave no trace of anything.
Not a droplet of sweat or a single piece of skin. Absolutely nothing. It was as if a tornado just swept through my room and office instead of it actually being a crea
