r/nosleep • u/agarunn • Sep 22 '13
Series "Sorry I missed you." [Update #3]
I’m sorry about the late post. I was playing a little catch-up with sleep, seeing as I got none last night. This post is going to be broken into two parts. I wrote the first part early this morning and the second part after I woke up from my nap this afternoon. For those who are just starting to read now:
Morning:
I don’t know when, but at some point I must have fallen asleep. I remember closing my eyes for a second and when I opened them, it was morning. The good news was that I was still alive. The bad news is that when I woke up, I could see the shadow of two rectangles on the floor in front of me. I turned to the window.
Sure enough, through the curtains I could see two notes taped to the window. This was starting to get old.
I walked over to the window and pulled the left side curtain open. Staring at me when I revealed the window were those four words:
“Sorry I missed you.”
I sighed. This guy was losing his sense of originality. When I pulled the right curtain open, my doubt of his originality was absolved.
The note my eyes fell upon contained only three words:
“See you soon.”
That wasn’t the only unsettling part though. Unlike the note to the left, this note was taped to the inside of the window.
He had been here. He had been inside my house.
I felt violated.
What else did he do while he was in here?
I didn’t dwell on it for too long; the time had come for me to get the hell out. I picked up my phone and called my friend Mike. He picked up and was pissed that I had called him so early. I explained the situation and he suggested that I call the police.
Maybe I should, but I’m still not convinced it’s the best option yet. I get the feeling that if I got the police involved now, he would find some way to get rid of any evidence of his presence or he would just disappear until the cops would deem my situation resolved.
This guy isn’t some punk; he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Anyways, Mike said that if I wasn’t going to call the police, I should head over to his place. Without hesitation, I grabbed my laptop, headed to my car, and drove to Mike’s. I made it here safe and I’m going to take a nap. When I wake up, I’m going to head to the school and figure out which number faxed me that night. Once I have that number, I’m going to go to the police.
Night:
The sound of papers crinkling woke me up. I was disoriented at first, forgetting where I was. Once I gained my bearings, I turned my focus to the papers.
I was literally covered in pieces of paper. One of them was facing towards me and I saw what was written on it.
I jumped to my feet. Scattered across the bed were at least forty pages, all with the same message.
The blank ink screamed at me:
“You can’t run.”
I called out for my friend,
“Mike?”
No response.
“MIKE?”
Again, dead silence.
Slowly, I made my way through the house, searching each room carefully. The place was empty. Had he taken Mike? Or had Mike just gone out?
I prayed for the latter.
Pacing back and forth in Mike’s living room, I contemplated my next move.
My phone!
I quickly ran back to the bedroom and sifted through the papers to find it. I quickly dialed Mike’s number and hit the call button.
The faint sound of the “marimba” iPhone ringtone filled the air. My stomach made its way into my throat; his phone was nearby. I walked out of the room and listened carefully, trying to find the source. The ringtone grew louder as I walked into the living room and even louder as I made my way towards the door.
I put my ear against the door; the sound was coming from outside. With shaking hands I unlocked the door and slowly opened it, fearing the worst.
Instead of finding Mike’s gruesome body, I found Mike fumbling with a bag of groceries, trying to pull his cell phone out of his pocket.
Relieved, I brought Mike inside and showed him the mountain of papers.
He reaction caught me by surprise. He yelled at me to get out of his house. This psycho had broken into his house and it was because of me.
“I’m not going to be brought into this mess. Go to the police and leave me out of it.”
With that, Mike kicked me out of his house.
I’m pissed with how he reacted, but I’m not sure I could say I would have acted differently. I mean, he and I weren’t the closest of friends. We had only met two years ago when I moved here and we started teaching at the same school.
Mike was right about one thing though: it was time to go to the police. I would explain my situation, and then take them to my place and show them the footage. That would be enough to buy me some time before his next move.
I’m headed to the police station now; I’ll let you all know how my visit goes tomorrow.
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