A Journal of My Thoughts (Part 1)

October 18, 2019October 16, 2019 ~ 2catsandalaptop ~ Leave a comment

Good morning! Is everyone ready for the weekend? I am excited for the weekend because I have some exciting plans! But I can’t tell you about them just yet, just keep an eye on my Instagram.

We are starting a new series! I just started this one recently and I am excited to share this with you. This one is a little bit different from what I normally write, but it has been fun to try something different. So I hope you enjoy this Adventure!

A Journal of My Thoughts

December 10, 20–

Today was a very long day. I was woken up at 2 am by the sound of my work phone ringing. It was blaring in my ear and I quickly grabbed it off the table so my wife didn’t wake up. I walked as quickly and quietly out of the room before answering.

It was my partner telling me there was a case that he wasn’t too sure about. It seemed rather odd and he definitely wanted a second opinion on it. I remember asking him if it could wait until morning and he told me no. I had to go down to the office right away to see what was going on.

I sighed and asked him why he was still at the office at 2 am. I could hear him let out an exasperated breath and say that he didn’t realize it was 2 am. He apologized and said that it could wait until morning if I didn’t want to come, but he was going to stay. I shook my head, knowing that he couldn’t hear me, and told him that I would be down as soon as I could. As long as he didn’t mind that I came to the office in sweatpants and a tee shirt.

We hung up the phone and I tried to sneak into my bedroom as quietly as possible. It didn’t work. Rose asked me what was going on and I told her. I didn’t like keeping secrets from my wife, especially ones about work. She was almost like a third partner at the firm. I told her that James needed help at the office and I was going to help him. She agreed before rolling over and going back to sleep.

I got dressed and grabbed a couple of items for work in case I didn’t end up coming home before going back to work. I kissed Rose goodbye before walking out the door and unlocking the car. I placed my clothes and briefcase in the passenger seat before moving over to the driver’s side and sliding in. And with a turn of the key in the ignition, I was on my way to the law firm.

James had been working hard on this case for a while and I could understand why he was having some difficulty trying to find a way for our client to win. It seemed obvious that we were defending the guilty party, but we had to find some way to say different. Our client has said from the beginning that he didn’t do it, but the evidence kept stacking up against him. Unfortunately James was stuck with the case and the trial was happening in a matter of days. I wanted to do everything that I could to help him out.

I saw the lights still on in the third story office of our law firm. Poor James was there through all hours of the night by himself. He had done it on more than one occasion but he always said that he was married to his work. I pulled into my assigned parking space and quickly got out of my car to head inside.

When I stepped out of the elevator onto the third floor I could hear very loud music blaring from James’ office. It wasn’t my forte of music, but it was what James liked to listen to to decompress. I turned the corner into his office to see his head banging on the table. I knocked on the doorframe and he looked up. There was a giant red mark on his forehead from hitting his head on the table so many times. James smiled a goofy smile before saying hi and turning down his pounding music.

I sat down in one of his client chairs and asked him what the problem was. He showed me the file that was almost 3 inches thick from paperwork regarding the case. He told me he was ruined. According to a new piece of evidence that was just brought up from the prosecuting attorney, there was absolutely no way that James was going to win the case. The evidence showed that his client had attended therapy for his anger and didn’t get the signature saying that he passed. James looked like he was about ready to cry knowing that this was going to be one of the few cases that he didn’t win. But this just put a nail in the coffin.

We worked through the night to see if there was anything that was missed. Every time that one of us found something, the other would find something to contradict it. We worked until the sun came up and ordered some UberEats breakfast before we started our actual work day. I wasn’t sure what he was going to, but I was going to help him as much as I could.

The rest of the day went on like any other day. I don’t remember what else happened except for the fact that I was exhausted. We both left the office right on time because we were so tired. I think I had 5 cups of coffee in total for the day. But when I left I went directly home to see Rose. The rest of the night was uneventful. But now I’m going to bed. G’night.

His Decision, Not Mine

October 16, 2019October 15, 2019 ~ 2catsandalaptop ~ Leave a comment

Good morning! How is everyone’s week going so far? Mine’s been pretty slow to be honest. And I’ve only worked 2 days this week! But, I have some exciting stuff planned for this weekend so I cannot wait to share that with you.

We will continue on our quest with Winchester to see what happened to his principal. Will he and his father be able to figure out who it was? Or will this be the first case that they can’t solve? Continue reading this Adventure to find out! Enjoy!

His Decision, Not Mine

“Are you going to answer any of my questions?” Anthony leaned back in his chair, letting it sit precariously on its back two legs. The loan shark David wasn’t saying anything. Winchester looked at David and shook his head. It was one of his classmates they had to have the wrong person. There was no way in the world that an 18 year old would have enough money to loan out to adults, let alone kill someone.

Anthony stood up and slammed the chair into the table. “Fine…I’ll let you sit here and think.” He marched out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him before entering the viewing room with a sigh. “I don’t know if we have the right guy.”

West leaned against the back wall. “I don’t know either. Isn’t Rhett going through his computer to see what he can find?”

Anthony leaned against the one way window to look at his son. “Yes…but so far his computer is super encrypted. This kid is 18 which means he can be tried as an adult if he’s found guilty.” He shrugged. “I don’t know why a kid this age would do something like this. Shoot their principal in the chest 5 times and leave him in his house. I just don’t understand.”

Winchester didn’t understand either. He hadn’t told his dad that David was his classmate but he also wasn’t sure if he wanted his dad to know that. Unfortunately, it was probably going to come out sooner or later. “I don’t think anyone could have known. It could be that his parents don’t even know. But…” He looked past his dad to see David in the room. He seemed so nervous but he wasn’t budging or saying anything. “Maybe I could talk to him. He is my age, maybe I can level with him.”

Anthony looked over his shoulder at David sitting in the interrogation room and sighed. “That might be our only hope.” He turned back to West. “Go get ‘em Bug.”

With that, West stood up and left the viewing room. He stood in front of the door and took a deep breath. His hand reached out for the knob and quickly opened the door. David looked up from the table he had been staring at and his eyes widened. “W…Winchester? What are you doing here?”

West’s heart skipped a beat, knowing that at that very moment his dad knew. He took another deep breath. “I’m here just to talk to you. That’s it. My dad is working on the case and he just wanted me to talk to you. That’s it.”

He could see David relax a little. “Oh…okay. Uh…can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Does you dad think I killed Mr. Faurnet? Please…be honest with me Winchester.”

He wasn’t sure how to respond. “Uh…no…he just wanted to ask you questions. That’s it. We are not assuming anything.” David nodded. “Can I ask you a couple questions?” David nodded again. “Do you actually work as a loan shark?”

David sighed. “Uh…yeah…kind of. I guess I loan people money and they need to pay me back with slight interest. It’s nothing much, like 1%. But still. Most people need money for lunch. So I give them $10 and they owe me 10 cents for every day they don’t pay me back. The most I made back from someone who borrowed money for lunch was $50. That kid took out two separate lunch money loans and didn’t pay me back for almost 3 months. That was kinda nice.”

“What did you do with the money you earned? Did you use it towards giving more people loans?”

David shook his head. “No. I actually kept all of my profit separate. I have been saving all of my profit to help pay for college. It’s not much but it will definitely help.”

Winchester leaned back in his chair. “Did you give Mr. Faurnet money?”

“Quite a bit actually. He never asked me directly, he would actually send me a request on Venmo and would send me the money back. That was it.”

“Did he ever not pay you?”

Winchester watched David squirm a little. “I thought you were just coming here to talk…I feel like you are interrogating me…”

“Nah man.” West put his arms behind his head to try to look relaxed. “I was just curious. Did anyone you give money to not pay you back?”

David shifted in his chair. “Uh…yeah…I have a couple people who still owe me money.”

“Are you upset that they haven’t paid you back?”

“Well yeah…they owe me money. Why wouldn’t I be upset? I put my trust in people to pay me back money that I gave them and they never give it back. Of course I’m upset.” David threw his body back into the chair and huffed. “I feel like you are interrogating me…”

Winchester leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table that sat between them. “Look. I’m not going to lie to you. Yes. I am interrogating you. But, if you didn’t kill Mr. Faurnet then I need you to answer my questions. I’m trying to help you out David and I can’t do that if you don’t answer the questions. So…” He paused to let David think. “Do you want to let me know if Mr. Faurnet didn’t pay you money that you were owed?”

David looked at the viewing window, almost as if he was pretending he could see outside. He let out a long breath before covering his face with his hands. “Okay…okay. I’ll confess to everything. But I…I just want it to say on the record that I am terribly sorry.” He rubbed his hands down his face before looking Winchester square in the eye. “I started loaning people money our freshman year of high school. Again, nothing major, just $10 or $20 here and there. But someone ratted on me when I charged them $30 when they didn’t pay me back in a timely manner. So I went to the principal’s office. Mr. Faurnet made a deal with me. If I loaned him money, he wouldn’t punish me for being a loan shark at school. So basically if someone ratted on me I didn’t get in trouble.”

He shrugged. “I never really kept track of how much I loaned him during my freshman year but he always paid me back in a timely manner. And he would pay me more than the interest he owed. Almost like he was bribing me to stay quiet about what he was doing. At the beginning of our sophomore year he took out a large sum, like I had to dip into my savings account for the amount.”

“How much was it?”

“$1,000. But…1% of that is $10 a day. I wasn’t upset because I knew he would pay me back, plus I was going to get some extra in savings. But he never paid that back. And then he took out another loan of $100…and another loan of $200…and another loan of $100. I was able to keep giving him the loan, but then I would remind him of how much he owed me. He would always tell me he was keeping track of the total and would pay me back as soon as he could. Remember when he sold his car during our sophomore year?”

West nodded. “Yeah. He said he was selling it to raise more money for students to go to college. Didn’t he sell it for like…$10,000?”

David smirked. “Yep. And I got all of it because that is how much I was owed. I was very happy that I got my money back and made a mental note to really keep track of how much I loaned Mr. Faurnet. He swore that he was done taking loans from me. I didn’t care, that was up to him. But..” He snickered. “Two weeks later he was taking out a $500 loan from me.”

West looked toward the one way window, almost as if he was looking for his dad. “So how much would you say you loaned him in total versus how much you made?”

“Uh…I don’t remember the amounts that I loaned him but the amount I was owed was nearing about $50,000.”

Winchester whistled. “Wow…I can see why you were angry…but why on the first day of school? Why didn’t you do it over the summer?”

David sighed. “He told me he was going to have all of my money by the day before the first day of school. Then he text me saying he didn’t have it and wanted an extension. I told him no. He had to have my money or I would have his life. When I went to his brother’s house before school and he didn’t have my money, I decided to take his life and his wallet. I cleared out his wallet and his bank account, not that there was much there, and took it as my payment. It was his decision, not mine.”

West sighed. “There are so many other options out there besides killing someone but…” He stood up and made his way out of the room. “It was your decision, not mine.”

House of Mystery

October 14, 2019October 13, 2019 ~ 2catsandalaptop ~ Leave a comment

Good morning! Can you believe that we are halfway through the month of October? It’s only a number of days until Halloween. Does everyone have their costume?

We continue on the spooky stories for October. This was actually the first one I wrote for the month, but I am only getting around to sharing it this week. So I hope you enjoy this Dark Spooky story and I will see you in a couple days!

House of Mystery

It was a dark and stormy night and Craig was stuck in his car. He had been driving home when his car broke down in the middle of nowhere. And now he was sitting in his car on the side of the road. The rain beat down on the top of his car, making some sort of song with each droplet that landed on the roof. Craig had called for a tow truck to come out and help him but they had told him it would be a couple hours before someone would be able to come out to help.

Craig sighed. He looked at his watch yet again seeing that it had been almost 2 hours since he had called for help. He looked over his shoulder to see if there were any cars coming down the road toward him, but was disappointed to see a completely empty road. A shiver ran through his body from the chill in the car since he had turned off the car to save gas.

His fingers reached for the key in the ignition and turned it, starting the car just to warm up a little. The engine roared to life before quieting down to a slight purr while it idly ran. Craig rubbed his hands together to get feeling back in his fingers. He looked through the windshield to see if there was anything around that he could possibly walk to and try to keep warm without running his car.

The road was empty. He was in the middle of some corn fields and he couldn’t see any lights from possibly buildings anywhere close. The sky was dark from the rain clouds and they didn’t look like they were going to let up anytime soon. The wind howled outside of the car, making it shake from the strength of the wind. Craig shuddered, would he have to stay in his car all night until the storm let up?

Suddenly the wind stopped. Craig looked around, trying to see what was going on. The corn stalks stopped moving, standing perfectly still like soldiers in the army. No one was there. It was still just Craig and his car.

“Okay…that was weird…what is going on?” Craig was confused by what happened. He had never been in a storm where the wind was blowing so strong and then suddenly stop. This must have been a crazy weather phenomenon that Craig was unaware of. But it was a bit spooky.

He looked at his watch again. 10 minutes had passed since the last time he had checked the time and he was getting frustrated. Where was the help he had called for?

“Fine…fine…I’m just going to leave the car here and see if I can find someone to help me.” Craig knew the last town he had seen was almost 30 minutes behind him so maybe there was one closer in front of him. It was the only choice he had. With a sigh, Craig turned off the car, grabbed his umbrella from the passenger seat, and exited the car. He wasn’t sure how far he was going to walk, but he had to do something besides sitting and waiting.

He slammed the door shut and locked the car before walking in the direction he was traveling. The rain was pounding down on his umbrella and it was getting him slightly wet from just walking. The wind had slightly picked up again, making the air more chilly as he got more and more wet. He shivered, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

Craig came to a cross street and looked around. There was a house that was a far ways away, but it gave Craig some hope that there was help close by. He turned down the road and marched through the muddy puddles toward his only glimmer of hope.

“Hey! You wanna ride?” Craig spun around to see an old beat up farm truck sitting on the road. The man behind the wheel looked like he was older than dirt so Craig was surprised that he was able to drive the truck in the rain. He was also surprised he hadn’t heard the truck pull up next to him because it was quite loud as it sat next to him on the road.

Craig nodded. “Uh…yeah. My car broke down on the road back there and I was just trying to find some help. Thanks.” He walked around the front of the car and climbed into the passenger seat of the truck. It was warm in the truck, but not too warm, and it felt good after walking in the rain. Craig stuck out his hand toward the driver. “I’m Craig.”

“Harold. Now where are you going?” The driver didn’t shake Craig’s hand, he just stared out the windshield.

Craig lowered his hand. “Uh…just anywhere where I can stay warm. Maybe like a McDonalds or something?”

The truck started moving forward. “How about you stay at my house until someone comes to rescue you?”

Craig swallowed. He barely knew this guy, did he want to trust him? “Um…sure…I’m just hoping that the tow truck gets here soon.”

Harold shrugged. “They probably won’t come out until the morning. Just stay at my place for the night, not to worry.” Harold passed the house that was in the middle of the field and drove down the road in silence for about 2 miles. Craig still didn’t really know where he was but his life was now in the hands of a random man in a farm truck.

The truck pulled into a muddy driveway next to a dark farmhouse. Craig honestly thought it looked like a haunted house with how dark it was on the outside. All the paneling was black and every shutter on the windows were closed. It didn’t look like anyone had lived in the house for years, yet apparently Harold had lived in the house.

Craig felt his eyes widening as he looked at the building. “This is your house?”

“Yes, come on in.” He stopped the truck and yanked the key out of the ignition. Harold climbed out of the driver’s seat and Craig quickly followed suit not wanting to get too far away from his host. Craig tried to avoid as many mud puddles as he could so he wouldn’t track any mud into Harold’s house, but Harold just trudged through every puddle without a care in the world.

The two men walked up to the front door and Harold opened the front door for Craig. “Uh…Thank you…” I think… Craig carefully walked past Harold into the completely empty living room. “Where’s your furniture?”

“I don’t have any here. I don’t want people knowing that I live here.” Harold stomped past Craig and disappeared into another room. “Let me show you to your bedroom for the night.” Craig quickly followed Harold as he didn’t want to get lost in a stranger’s house. The older man stopped at a single door in the hallway and opened it. “Here you go. There’s a bathroom on the other side of the house. I have to leave for about an hour, so if you need anything, just explore the house yourself.”

Craig stepped into the bedroom and immediately felt creeped out. “Uh…you know…why don’t you just take me into town after all.” He turned around and Harold was gone. “Harold?” Craig stepped out of the room and found that he was all alone. He rushed out to the empty living and looked out of the giant front windows. The old farm truck was gone.

“Okay…okay…I am stuck in this giant, empty, creepy house, all by myself. I guess I’ll just stay in my room and not come out. There…that…that sounds like a plan.” Craig turned around and walked back toward the creepy bedroom that Harold had kindly given him. The house was far too creepy for Craig’s liking but at least it was a dry place to spend the night.

He opened up the bedroom door and the only piece of furniture in the room was a double bed. Craig sighed. “Let’s see how comfortable this bed is.” He fell onto the bed and screamed as the bed fell from underneath him. There was a loud crashing noise as the bed fell through the floor into the basement. Craig covered his head with his arms and waited until the noise had stopped to look up and where he was.

And what he saw made his heart drop down into his stomach.

The room looked like it could’ve been a prison cell. There were chains all over the walls and metal cuffs for hands and feet attached as well. The floor was covered in what Craig presumed was blood, but he wasn’t willing to touch or taste it to find out. 6 different kinds of guns hung on the wall, all waiting their turn to do something terrible. Other weapons were found as well including a bat with nails, a whip, and a myriad of knives and swords. There weren’t any windows and a single lightbulb hung from the ceiling.

“Okay Craig…just relax…you will find a way out of here…I’m sure of it.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Craig flew off the bed and spun to see Harold standing there. Craig hadn’t heard anyone come in as the bed was falling, but it was possible that Harold was already there in the basement. He swallowed. “Please…just let me leave. I won’t tell anyone about this or what happened tonight. I…I just want to go home.”

“Get up against the wall!” Harold pointed a gun at Craig’s face and Craig did exactly as he was told. He wanted to help his chances of living, not hurt them. He backed all the way into a wall, completely running into it and almost falling on his face. Harold marched toward Craig, gun still in hand. “If you move, I will shoot, understand?”

Craig stood perfectly still while Harold hooked his wrists and ankles into the cuffs on the wall. The metal was cold against his skin which sent goosebumps up his arms and legs. Once he was strapped in, Harold stepped away toward his weapons table. “It’s too bad you ended up here. You were probably pretty successful and have a family at home that will miss you. But…” He picked up a knife. “You made the wrong decision.”

Harold quickly spun and threw the knife at Craig, piercing him in the stomach. Craig wanted to scream but he didn’t want to get shot. Harold laughed. “Trying to be tough huh? Most of them do. Most of you boys think that if you don’t make a peep that you will have a better chance at living.” He picked up another knife. “Unfortunately, that’s not how this all works.” He screamed as he threw the second knife at Craig, this time it hit his right wrist. Craig did everything he could to not make a noise.

“You can scream. Cuz I’m still gonna kill you. You don’t have an option other than death.” Harold walked toward Craig and grabbed the knife that was stuck in his stomach. “You know kid, you got guts.” Harold pushed the knife in further making Craig scream in pain. It was the most horrific pain he had ever felt and he knew it wasn’t going to stop no matter how much noise he made. Harold pulled the knife out and stabbed it into his stomach again, this time turning it to it caused more damage. “How’s that feel huh? Does that feel good?”

Craig coughed, blood coming out of his mouth with each cough. “N…no…no sir…”

A maniacal laugh came from Harold’s mouth. “That was a rhetorical question boy. I’ll tell you what. How about I leave you here so you can think about you life choices. That sounds like a good plan, doesn’t it?” Harold pulled the knife out of Craig’s wrist and stabbed it into his left shoulder. “I’ll just leave you here to bleed out. You be good now.” He patted Craig’s head before turning to leave the basement.

“Bleeding out is a much more painful death. I’ll be back in a couple hours to check to see how you’re doing.” Harold walked over to the small staircase and slowly ascended up toward the house, leaving Craig by himself in the darkness.

Soul Mates (Part 6)

October 11, 2019October 10, 2019 ~ 2catsandalaptop ~ Leave a comment

Good morning! The weather is finally getting colder and I am getting happier to finally be cold again! It is kind of nice to snuggle up in blankets and cuddle with my cats to warm up. I am enjoying it.

But what I am sad about is finishing this story. It was fun (maybe?) to follow Zac and Melanie to see what would happen and how it all ends. Now, I won’t give away any spoilers, but I will give you a warning that this last part is a bit dark. So now that you have been warned, I hope you enjoy the last part of this Adventure. Enjoy!

Soul Mates

Melanie sat outside of Zac’s dorm, waiting for that blonde chick to come out. She wanted to follow her back to her dorm. Tonight was the night to kill her. Melanie had a knife in her bag, ready to slit her throat.

The door opened and Melanie snuck behind a bush. She peeked around the branches and saw a large man leaving the dorm. The man walked toward her and she had to hide. She plastered herself against the building hoping that the bush would cover her completely. The man walked past her, not noticing her hiding spot. But he sat down on a bench and faced Zac’s door.

“No.” Melanie whispered to herself, trying to not call attention to herself. “No…he has to leave. I can’t watch if he’s sitting there. Go away.” She watched the man sitting there. He didn’t seem like he was going anywhere. Melanie slowly moved away from the man, trying to slide closer to Zac’s room.

She started walking toward the dorm room to look in the window. The man had disappeared. Good. Now I have to find that dumb chick. Melanie slowly snuck over to the dorm room and peeked in the window. There was no one in the dorm common area. It wasn’t dark, but it seemed dead inside.

“Can I ask what you are doing?”

Melanie whipped around to see the man who was sitting on the bench. He towered over her in height which made her feel even smaller. “I…I was trying to find a way to sneak in so I could surprise my boyfriend. It’s his birthday today.” She hoped that her lie would convince this man that she wasn’t doing anything wrong.

He crossed his arms. “What’s your name?”

“Melanie Charles.” She was barely able to stammer out her name.

The man grabbed something and his hip and reached toward her. “Please put your hands behind your back.”

Melanie took a step back. “What are you doing? I haven’t done anything wrong!”

The man grabbed her shoulder. “You are being arrested for threatening a fellow student and stalking another student. Please remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…”

“ZAC IS MY BOYFRIEND!” Melanie screamed at the top of her lungs. This was wrong. “KNOCK ON HIS DOOR! HE WILL TELL YOU WE ARE TOGETHER! YOU ARE WRONG!”

Some of the lights from the dorm rooms started to turn on. People started poking their heads out of their doors to see what was going on. Melanie turned bright red. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t the plan she had created.

“This is Officer Marsh, I need some backup over here.”

“THIS IS A MISTAKE!” Melanie tried to scream over what the Officer was saying on his phone. Zac’s roommate walked out of their dorm with a plastic bag and reached to handed it to the officer. “YOU! TELL THIS MAN THAT HE IS WRONG AND THAT ZAC AND I ARE DATING!”

The roommate shook his head. “No way. You are definitely not dating Zac. You need to be locked up forever.”

“NO! HE IS LYING! DO NOT BELIEVE WHAT HE SAYS!”

The officer started leading Melanie away as she was still screaming. “Okay miss we can all hear you. You can be as loud as you want but you are still coming with me.” She dug her heels in, trying anything to get the officer to stop taking her away. He kept pulling her along all the way to his unmarked car.

The officer opened the back door and put her in the back seat. As soon as he closed the door, Melanie started kicking the door. She tried to kick it as hard as possible, trying to free herself from the vehicle. The officer sat down in the front seat and started the car. Melanie kicked the window hoping for it to break, but nothing happened. The car started moving and Melanie started to freak out even more. “HOW DARE YOU TAKE ME AWAY! ZAC WILL NEVER GET HIS BIRTHDAY PRESENT!”

“You know that Zac came to us because you were terrorising his life. You have been sending him letters and threatened to kill his girlfriend. You aren’t really selling the idea that you and Zac are together.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW US! YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND OUR RELATIONSHIP!”

The officer snickered. “Sure. I will never understand your relationship.”

Melanie kept slamming against the doors and windows for the entire ride to the station. She was angry. How dare this man take her away from Zac. How dare he ruin the plans she had. How could Zac do this to her?

When they arrived at the station, Melanie was escorted inside. She was brought into a small room where she was handcuffed to the table. It was dark except for one light above the table and two chairs. The officer sat down across from her with a pen and paper. “Why were you torturing Zac Prescott?”

Melanie’s eyes didn’t leave the table. “I wasn’t torturing him. I was expressing my love to him. You wouldn’t understand.”

The officer pulled out the plastic bag that Zac’s roommate had handed to him. “You call this, a letter that is covered in blood, an expression of love? I bet we would find your fingerprints all over this and your blood is the one splashed all over.”

“Yes I call that an expression of love and yes you will find my fingerprints and blood because it is from me. It is a letter from ME to HIM!”

The officer gently pulled out the letter with a rubber glove and opened it. “Let me read what this says: ‘Zac, This is your last chance. I have given you plenty of chances and I will not give you another. This is your last chance to break up with the blonde chick. She is not your future wife. I am. Me. I AM. She IS NOT. Break up with her or she dies. Your choice. If she dies the blood is on your hands. It will be your fault. I don’t think you want her blood covering your hands. Me’” The officer cocked one eyebrow up as he looked at Melanie. “You want to tell me that this is an expression of love?”

Melanie tried to look scared. “That wasn’t me sir…I didn’t write that letter.”

“Are you trying to look like a fool? Because you are doing a really good job of it. If I find your fingerprints on this letter, you better believe that you will be spending the rest of your life in prison for threatening someone and stalking them. Do I make myself clear?”

Melanie shrugged. “Well you won’t find my prints on it so why am I even sitting here?”

The officer stood up and left the room. She sat in silence for mere moments before he came back with an ink pad and paper. He fingerprinted every single finger before leaving the room completely. Melanie sat there in the cold and empty room. Her hands were handcuffed to the table so she couldn’t move. She tried sawing the chain against the table but she didn’t get very far.

As she sat in the dark room, all she could think about is Zac. His perfect hair, his piercing blue eyes, his perfect body, just everything about him was perfect. Why would he do this to her? Why would he force her to suffer like this?

Not too long after the officer came in. “Melanie Charles you are under arrest for threatening a fellow student and for stalking Zac Prescott. You will now be escorted to county jail where you will spend some time before your trial. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Do I make myself clear?”

Melanie nodded as she was stood up and escorted out of the room. If Zac wasn’t willing to be with her, then there was no point in living. As they were walking out of the building, she reached for the gun of the officer who was in front of her. She grabbed it, flipped it around, flipped the safety and shot.

Her body fell to the floor in a pile of blood and bones. She crumpled in a heap, not feeling anything from the shot to her head. The officers ran to her side to see if they could revive her, but they couldn’t. The bullet went straight in but didn’t come out. They tried to perform CPR but she was too far gone. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, no will to live. She had taken her life without thinking of anyone but herself. They sat back on their heels and had a moment of silence for the young life who was lost in their office space.

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To the only one that I will ever love

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know Zac how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.

Love

Melanie

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“I don’t think I want to take these back. I think I’m going to throw this away.” Zac held up the clothes Melanie had taken from him and threw them in the trash bag. He sighed. “Too bad, I really liked this black shirt.”

Talia wrapped her arm around his shoulders. “You could always just wash them. Clothes are washable.”

“Yeah…I don’t really want to think about what she did with these clothes. I’ll just always be thinking of that when I wear them.” He walked over to the bedside table where a photo of him sat. He picked it up. “Do you have any photos like this in your dorm room?”

She giggled. “Yeah but I don’t keep them on display like she did. I keep them hidden until I need them.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” As he set the photo down the back fell off of it, revealing another letter. He cautiously picked it up. “What do you think?”

“It’s up to you babe. No one will judge you if you don’t want to read it.”

Zac slowly opened the envelope and read the letter inside aloud. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…” He kept reading. Talia came over and hugged him while he read. “See, I wouldn’t have minded reading these kind of letters from her.”

Talia kissed him on the cheek. “No, it still would’ve bothered you. But now, it’s over. You don’t have to worry about her.”

Zac nodded as he threw his picture and the letter into the trash. He spun around, making sure he got everything. “Okay…I think that’s everything. Everything that I want to throw away at least.” He took Talia’s hand and walked out of the dorm room. Officer Marsh was waiting for them. “Okay. I got everything that I wanted destroyed. Her family can come in now.” The officer nodded and shook Zac’s hand before letting them leave.

As they walked out the door, he felt empowered. This was a fresh start. Everything was behind him and he was okay with that. Zac was able to move on with his life. He could go back to his classes. He could continue dating Talia. Everything was good in the world and Zac was happy with that.

The Truth is a Lie

October 9, 2019October 8, 2019 ~ 2catsandalaptop ~ Leave a comment

Good morning! It’s Wednesday, it’s the middle of the week, and it’s fall. Or at least it’s fall in some parts of the country. California hasn’t decided if it’s still summer or if it’s time to move onto fall. Either way, the weather is getting slightly cooler and I am enjoying the slight cool down.

And then we move into our next Winchester Wednesday story. I won’t go into to much other stuff before sending you off into another Adventure. Enjoy!

The Truth is a Lie

A day had passed since Winchester was pulled out of school to help investigate the case of the principal’s death. He sat in his government class trying to decide the best course of action for studying for all of his classes and still help his dad with the cases.

He sat there listening to his teacher drone on and on about what they were going to be learning about during the course of the semester. West sighed, he wasn’t excited about the class. If anything, he would much rather work with his dad everyday.

But he did have to at least graduate high school.

The teacher pulled up her power point slides and Winchester looked down to write down what was up on the screen. Even if he wasn’t super interested in the subject, he would have to pay attention. He pen glided across the page as he wrote down every word on the power point slide. He finished writing before she finished discussing the first point and he leaned back in his chair. This was going to be a long class.

His mind began to wander to the case that was at hand. Nothing had been said at school about Mr. Faurnet though word had spread through the students that he hadn’t been seen for the first two days of school. After leaving the crime scene, Anthony and West went to the morgue to see Lacey who didn’t have a whole lot of information yet about the death. She had presumed that the death wasn’t an accident, that someone had killed Mr. Faurnet, but that was as far as she had gotten.

Mr. Faurnet’s computer was given to the techie Rhett who, as Anthony had claimed, was the best guy for the job. When they left the precinct the night before, Rhett was still pouring through all of the information on the computer. There were no leads yet, but he was still looking.

The power point slide changed and West wrote everything down on his paper. It just didn’t make sense. Everyone loved Mr. Faurnet, what could he have done that could’ve killed him? Did he pay for someone’s college who wanted to seek revenge for some reason? Or was he actually hiding something from everyone in the world?

Buzz Buzz. Winchester quickly grabbed his phone that sitting at the top of his bag and pulled it onto his lap. His finger pressed the home screen and there was a text from his dad. Call me ASAP. I have info on the principal’s death.

Winchester quickly typed out a reply telling his dad that he couldn’t call until after class and anxiously waited. Thankfully lunch period was next so he could actually talk on the phone but for now he had to wait.

When the bell finally rang, West raced toward the door with his phone in his hand. He had to get to the conference room to call his dad. His feet walked faster than they probably should have and he quickly got to the office and looked at the secretary. “I need to use the conference room.”

She looked at him, puzzled. “For what may I ask?”

“I need to call my father regarding…” Did he tell her that he worked for the police or just make up an excuse? “Regarding my after school job…”

She shrugged. “Okay.”

He quickly stepped in the conference room and dialed his father’s work number. There was a click and a hello from the other end. “Hey dad. What’s going on?”

Anthony cleared his throat. “Bug. Rhett found some fantastic information, but I don’t want this information to change the way that you think of your former principal. Do you understand?”

“Yeah of course. What’s going on?”

“So…we have reason to believe that Mr. Faurnet was addicted to betting. Like…on races. On horse races and the sort. We have reason to believe that his loan shark may have killed him.”

Winchester shook his head. “No…that doesn’t make any sense. Are you saying that Mr. Faurnet didn’t send any students to college, he spent all of it on races? That’s not it at all.”

“I’m not saying he didn’t help any students, but it is kind of looking like he didn’t help out as many students as Joseph had insinuated. I need you to come down to the precinct as soon as you are out of school and help look at this.”

“I don’t know…” West looked around the room, trying to grasp onto something. “I just don’t see Mr. Faurnet betting on horse races all the time. He was such an amazing person and he wouldn’t waste all of his money online. There’s no way.”

There was a sigh on the other end of the line. “Winchester. I need you to put your personal thoughts aside and do a job. I will see you when you get out of school.” And with a sudden click the call was ended.

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Winchester sat in the chair next to his father’s desk and looked at the files Rhett had handed him. He flipped through all the pages of bank statements showing charge after charge on online betting sites. His eyes scanned the pages, reading every withdraw and deposit that was on the account. He reached the bottom of the page to see a -$10,000 in the account. His hands lifted the pages up to his face, trying to cover the shame and embarrassment. “I can’t believe he fooled all of us.”

A hand was placed on his shoulder. “You couldn’t have known anything about this Bug. But I need you to understand that you don’t know everything about someone you think you know. I understand that can be hard but you unfortunately don’t know everything.”

West brought the papers down from his face. “I know…just give me a little bit to go through this and see what I can find.”

Anthony sat down in his chair with a thud. “No need, Rhett already did. And our loan shark should be arriving any moment for us to talk to. So hopefully…” He glanced down at his watch and sighed. “Hopefully he gives us some answers.”

The phone rang on Anthony’s desk and his hand flew to pick up the receiver. “Officer West. Uh huh…okay…thank you.” He slammed the phone down. “Our shark is here. Let’s go see if he will take the bait.”

The Retelling

October 7, 2019October 6, 2019 ~ 2catsandalaptop ~ 9 Comments

Good morning! It’s October! It’s getting close to Halloween and I am getting excited! I have a fun costume that I am working on so I can’t wait to show you.

We are doing something exciting for the month of October. Each Monday will feature a new Spooky Story, perfect for the spooky season. Today’s story is no different. Though, it is also a submission for the newest link party on Grammy’s Grid. The writing prompt for this story is:

It started raining just as I…

So here is my submission for the link party. I hope you enjoy this spooky Adventure!

The Retelling

“It started raining just as I started driving. I haven’t driven in the rain that much so it made me a little worried but I decided to go anyway. I was just going to a friends house after all. I had driven the 60 minutes there multiple times so why would the rain make anything different, right?

“So I drove out of the neighborhood and I headed out towards the country. It was easier to reach her house by going through all the back roads instead of the freeway. The freeway was just too out of the way. So I started driving, turned on some music, and made my way to Samantha’s house to have fun together.

“But I noticed something sounded funny on my car as I was driving. It was this like weird clanking noise, it’s hard to explain. It sounded as if someone had tied empty tin cans to the bottom of my engine. And like, 10 empty cans, it was loud. So I pulled over and I decided to see if I could figure out what it was. I pulled over on the side of the road and parked my car to try to find out what was making the noise.

“I remember getting out of my car and noticing that I had parked under an apple tree. I don’t know why that was so important to me at the time, but I remember seeing the orchards all around me. Actually…I think it was because I wanted to take some photos for Instagram or something. They would look all cool and moody for fall. But I decided to take photos after I took a look at my car.

“I bent down to see if I could spot anything under the car but I didn’t see anything. It just looked like a normal car engine. I decided to lift the hood of the car just to humor myself but I still didn’t see anything. It still looked like a normal car engine. I don’t know much about cars but I didn’t notice anything that looked weird when I looked at the engine. That’s besides the point, but everything looked like it belonged there in the engine.

“I grabbed the hood of the car and slammed it down and that’s when I noticed him. There was this guy standing about 50 feet behind my car. He was wearing a blue jumpsuit and his face was completely white. His eyes looked wild, almost like he wanted to do something crazy but was trying to decide if he was actually going to do it or not. And what was really strange was that he looked completely dry. Like…I was standing out in the rain for 10 minutes and I was soaked while he was perfectly dry. It was weird.

“We both stood there for a second before I slowly got back into my car. I didn’t want to lose track of him because I didn’t know what he would do to me. I immediately put my keys into the ignition and tried to start the car but it wouldn’t start. I was able to lock the doors and I reached to grab my phone but I had no service. I tried to start my car again and that’s when I heard something hit my car.

“I turned around saw that man hitting the back of my car with a baseball bat. I screamed and tried to get my car or my phone to work, but neither of them did. I just kept screaming, thinking that I was going to die that day. I prayed to God, hoping that I would be able to live for another day. I looked in my rear view mirror to see the man moving toward my driver’s side door. I had to think quickly and decided to get over the middle console and run into the orchard.

“As soon as he reached my driver’s side door, I hit the unlock button and sprinted out of the car. I had my keys with me and that was it. If he wanted to steal my money and my driver’s license, he was allowed to. I didn’t care I was just terrified.

“I looked over my shoulder to see he coming after me. He wasn’t running, but he was walking quickly to try to keep up with me. I just kept running and praying that he would never catch up to me. I ran through the entire orchard and then came to the edge of a corn field. I kept running. My legs were getting tired but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop because I didn’t want to die.

“The further I ran into the corn, the more safe I felt. But I knew that I wasn’t fully safe until I knew that guy couldn’t get me anymore. I kept sprinting until I reached the other end of the corn field and stumbled onto this house. I ran up the driveway and started pounding on the door until Mr. Somers answered. I think he saw how terrified I was and let me inside and I am forever grateful.”

“So can you tell me again what the man looked like?”

“He was taller than me, maybe like 5 foot 10 or 6 feet. He was wearing a blue jumpsuit. His face was completely white and he had blonde hair. And he had wild eyes.”

“If you saw him in a lineup do you think you would be able to pick him out.”

“Probably. I didn’t get a real good look at all of his features but I would recognize his eyes. I will never forget what those eyes looked like.”

“We will keep a lookout for this wild eyed man. Once we get a professional sketch artist to draw him out we will have you confirm that the artist drew the man. But for now, I’m just glad that you are safe. Now let’s get you back to your car and see if we can figure out what happened to it.”

“Yeah…as long as it’s still there.”

Soul Mates (Part 5)

October 4, 2019October 3, 2019 ~ 2catsandalaptop ~ Leave a comment

Good morning! How was everyone’s week? I got to visit the local zoo yesterday and you can see pictures on my Instagram @2catsandalaptop (cough cough shameless plug haha).

We are getting close to the end of this story before we move on. I’m curious what kind of story you guys want next! Do you want to read something dark or something fun and happy? Let me know in the comments if you want a specific kind of story! But, we will continue on this Adventure story and I hope you enjoy!

Soul Mates

To My Zac

How could you go to the police? We are a couple. You and I are the king and queen of the world. Nothing could ever come between us, except for that blonde chick. If you try to stop me, you will find your blonde chick covered in her own blood. She is not the right match for you. It is me. I am your perfect match. I will make you happy every day. I will give you everything that you could need. I love you more than anyone ever could.

Love-M

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“So how long have you been receiving these letters?”

Zac pondered for a moment. “I think it’s only been a month. But it feels like it’s been much longer than that.”

The boys sat in a small office in the local police station. Officer Marsh, the officer who was helping them, seemed very keen on catching M. He looked at everything and was taking notes. “So you have no idea who this is?”

“No…but she knows which dorm is mine. That’s what gets me. I don’t know how she knows.” He sighed. “I think she’s gotten in my apartment as well. Some of my belongings have gone missing and I know for a fact that none of my roommates have taken them.”

The officer’s eyes widened. “Things have gone missing? Like what?”

Zac had to think. “Uh…I know for a fact some clothing items. 2 shirts and a pair of basketball shorts. And she could’ve taken some small items that I don’t know about but I know for a fact that the clothing is missing.” He slightly pouted. “One of the shirts was one that I wore for every presentation.”

Officer Marsh wrote down a couple notes in his notepad before looking up at the boys. His eyes looked determined, like he had a solid plan. “What I would like to do, if you are okay with this, is set an officer up, or myself, to watch your door at all times. Dress him up like a student and act like he’s your friend. How does that sound?”

Zac nodded. “That sounds great! Please, I want this to be over.”

They quickly made plans for where the lookout could keep watch from and get him started that day. They all prayed that this would be the plan that would stop M. Zac was ready for all of this to be over so he could continue on with his life.

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“I have to stop her. I have to stop her. I have to stop her.” Melanie frantically paced around her room trying to come up with a plan. She was the good guy. The blonde chick was the bad guy. The blonde girl was keeping her and Zac apart. She had to be stopped.

Melanie whipped her desk chair away from the desk and sat down. She drummed her fingers on the desk, trying to decide if it would be better to poison the blonde girl or slit her throat. She had to die. There was no other option. If Zac was going to be with one woman, it would be Melanie.

She stood up and paced around her room. She kept muttering to herself, repeating the same sentence over and over. “I have to stop her. I have to stop her. I have to stop her.” A knock on her door made her pause her thinking. “What!”

The door slightly opened. “Are you okay? I hear you stomping around in here and…”

“Shut up Amanda! Nobody asked you!” Melanie walked to the door and slammed it shut. She locked her door to make sure no one disturbed her again. She was so angry that nothing could get in her way. She had to find a way to stop the blonde chick from keeping Zac away from her. “I am the only one who can marry Zac. Not her. Me!”

Melanie walked back to her desk and fell into the uncomfortable chair. She grabbed the drawer of the desk and ripped it open. She grabbed a plain white piece of paper and started scratching her letter. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t nice.
But it was her last chance. If Zac didn’t break up with the blonde girl after this letter, she would have to take drastic measures.

Measures that she didn’t want to take, but would if she had to.

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Zac

This is your last chance. I have given you plenty of chances and I will not give you another. This is your last chance to break up with the blonde chick. She is not your future wife. I am. Me. I AM. She IS NOT. Break up with her or she dies. Your choice. If she dies the blood is on your hands. It will be your fault. I don’t think you want her blood covering your hands.

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“Step back.”

Zac, Damian, and Officer Marsh all stopped outside of their dorm room. Outside the door was a bloody piece of paper. There wasn’t even an envelope on it. Just a piece of paper covered in blood. They all stood there looking at it.

Officer Marsh pulled out a plastic bag and gently picked it up. They all walked inside to examine it further. Zac read the letter and felt a tear start to form in his eyes. “I can’t. I can’t do this. I am not going to break up with Talia and date this psycho. I just want this to stop.”

The officer put his hand on Zac’s shoulder. “Don’t worry son. We will make sure you and your girlfriend are safe. I’m going to get another officer with your girlfriend so she is safe as well.”

Zac nodded. “Okay. She’s out of town until tomorrow night. So she should be safe.”

“Actually…tell her to stay there. I will contact the school and let them know that for her safety she will not be attending classes until further notice. Unfortunately, I need you to still attend because we need M to think that you are still here.”

A small tear slid down Zac cheek. He quickly wiped it away before pulling out his phone and calling Talia. She didn’t answer so he left her a brief message. “Hey babe…uh…so I received a letter from M that said she was going to hurt you. So…stay home. The police officer I am working with told me to tell you to stay home and you would be excused from classes until further notice. Call me if you need anything. I love you.”

Zac looked at Officer Marsh with a worried look in his eye. “Please. Catch this girl. I don’t want to be tortured any longer.”

A Tale of Two Brothers

October 2, 2019October 1, 2019 ~ 2catsandalaptop ~ Leave a comment

Good morning! I hope everyone is having a great week so far! Can I just say that I live in central California and I had to turn on my heater yesterday? THIS IS VERY ABNORMAL FOR THIS TIME OF YEAR IN CALIFORNIA! I don’t think I turned on my heater until November last year. So yeah…I’m still very unsure about what the weather is wanting to do. Do I wear long sleeves and sweaters or do I wear my short sleeves? I’m still unsure.

We continue on our journey with Winchester. Will he find out what happened or will this be the first case that he can’t solve? Will there ever be a case that he can’t solve? I guess you will have to keep reading to find out! Enjoy the Adventure!

A Tale of Two Brothers

The car came to a stop outside a large house in the middle of a wealthy neighborhood. Winchester felt his jaw dropping as he looked at his former principal’s house. “This…this is where Mr. Faurnet lived? How did he make so much money as a principal?”

“That’s what we are here to find out. Because I’m in the same boat as you, there is no way a school principal could make this much money.” Anthony parked the car and the two of them exited, still in awe of the large house that stood before them.

The house reminded West of a smaller version of the white house, but black. There were large columns along the front, stretching from the ground up to the top of second story. The door was tall and daunting with a large half circle window above the doorframe. Every window was perfectly spaced apart with black shutters on the outside. It was an odd house in the middle of the neighborhood but it seemed even more strange that it belonged to a high school principal.

Winchester and Anthony walked in unison up to the front door where they both flashed their badges and walked inside. Winchester stopped in his tracks. “Dad? Are you sure we are in the right house? There is absolutely no way this house belongs to Mr. Faurnet.”

“That’s because it’s not.”

West and Anthony turned around to see a man wearing a very expensive suit walking toward them. Anthony held up his hand, telling the man to stop. “Please sir. This is a crime scene.”

“And this is my house and my brother is dead.” He reached out his hand toward Anthony. “Joseph Faurnet, partner at Faurnet and Notters Law Offices. My brother was living with me because he fell onto some…hard times. I couldn’t let my brother live on the streets so I brought him into my home to live with me until he could get back on his feet.”

Anthony shook Joseph’s hand and nodded. “I’m Detective Anthony West, this is my son and a consultant for the force, Winchester.”

West stuck out his hand and shook Joseph’s hand as well. “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir. That was very kind of you to take your brother while he was getting his life together. What happened?”

Joseph waved his hand toward another door. “I would rather talk about this in my office if you don’t mind. I would rather not let rumors swirl regarding my brother.”

Anthony shrugged and nodded. “Sure. Winchester, let’s go.” The two of them followed Joseph into a pristine office. Anthony whisteled. “This is an impressive office Mr. Faurnet. Does your law office look the same?”

Joseph snickered as he sat down behind his desk. “Yes it does. I like the look. So…” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the large oak desk. “My brother, James, he lived for his job. He loved being a principal and he loved coming into work to see all of the kids learning and encouraging them to be better. He wanted every student to have the opportunity to go to college and…he was willing to help them go even if they couldn’t afford it.” He shook his head. “My brother had a huge heart, probably too big for his own good. He dipped into his retirement fund to help pay for someone’s college. Like…who does that?”

He leaned back in his chair. “My brother came to me about 5 years ago asking for some help. I told him that he could help me at the law office and I would pay him. And I did. I hired him to help us with some of our cleaning on the weekends and he always did a fantastic job. But it wasn’t enough. He sold his house and moved into a small apartment. He sold his nice car and bought a cheaper used car. All because he wanted to help his students. But then after 2 years he came to me saying that he couldn’t help as many students as he wanted to. I felt bad because I knew how much he cared. So I let him move into my house and live rent free so he could help more students.”

“Mr. Faurnet, if I may ask. What were you doing this morning?” West looked at his dad. He knew the question had to be asked, but West didn’t want to think about it.

Joseph nodded his head. “I knew you would ask me that. I had a 6 am meeting with my partner Mr. Alexander Netters and a possible new partner Miss Emilee Sanders. We were discussing possibly adding Miss Sanders to the company and 6 am was the only time we could all meet. I came home after the meeting around 7:30 and saw my brother’s car was still here. I honestly thought that maybe I had the date that school started wrong. But I walked in the door and found my brother dead in the middle of the hallway.” He paused, looking out the window. West could see a tear forming in his eye. “All my brother wanted to do was help people, and now he’s dead. And I want to know what happened.”

West brought his body forward in the chair, sitting right on the edge. “Mr. Faurnet. I knew your brother, he was actually my principal and I can confirm that he was one of the most generous and amazing men I have ever met. But I couldn’t help but notice that he always seemed a little…” He paused, trying to decide what word would be the best to use. “Paranoid? Maybe that isn’t the right word, but I couldn’t help but notice that he was always looking over his shoulder. Did your brother have any enemies?”

Joseph slowly turned to look West in the eyes. “No. My brother was a very kind man who cared very much about his students. He would leave the school and come home and help me at the office. James wouldn’t do anything illegal if that is what you are suggesting.”

West shook his head. “No sir I’m not insinuating anything. I’m just trying to get all of the information that I can to help figure out what happened to your brother.” He stood up and stretched out his hand toward Joseph. “I want to figure out what happened to Mr. Faurnet just as much as you do sir. But for now, I need to move on to gather more information.”

With a slide of the chair, Joseph stood up and firmly shook West’s hand. West turned and walked out of the office and toward his dad’s car. Either Joseph was hiding something or James had hidden information from his brother. Either way, West wanted to figure out what happened to the beloved principal. It was the right thing to do.

The House that was Abandoned

September 30, 2019September 29, 2019 ~ 2catsandalaptop ~ Leave a comment

Good morning! Can you believe that tomorrow is October 1st??? Where has this year gone? Also, does anyone have their Halloween costume ready? I don’t, but I have an idea of what I want to do.

This story is not for anything in particular and is not based off of anything, it was just for fun. I haven’t written a Paranormal story for a little while so I wanted to get creative. So I hope you enjoy this story as we get into the spooky season!

The House that was Abandoned

Martin sat outside the abandoned house and watched the building. It didn’t move, but maybe something would appear in the window. Nobody had lived in the house for almost 50 years. Ever since the accident had happened where a child had drowned in the bathtub, the house was never able to sell. Martin heard about it when he asked his parents why the house was always empty.

According to his parents, the family was very dysfunctional and the parents were on the verge of getting a divorce. The father put the child in the bathtub and left the room to grab something when he and his wife started arguing. The argument wasn’t about anything important but in the middle of it the father remembered the child in the bathtub. The parents ran into the bathroom to see the young child floating face down in the tub. They moved out a couple days later and the house went up for sale.

But the house was never able to sell.

The empty house had always interested Martin. Was the child haunting the house? What ever happened to the family, did they move on? Did they leave anything in the house or had it been ransacked by other people already? He wasn’t sure but there was a small part of him that wanted to explore.

As he sat there, something moved in the upper window. He cocked his head, he hadn’t noticed anybody enter the house as he had been sitting there. Maybe someone had entered in the back of the house? But that seemed impossible…right?

He slowly stood up and walked toward the house. It wasn’t trespassing if someone else was in the house right? There wasn’t another soul nearby so he felt like he was pretty safe. For now.

Martin reached out his hand and gently gripped the doorknob. It was cold, slightly odd for the middle of June. He turned the knob and gently pushed the door inward. It wasn’t locked which made Martin a bit uneasy. Maybe this wasn’t the best decision…

The door swung open to a completely empty room. It was just walls and windows, nothing else. There wasn’t even a ceiling fan, just a single space with an empty light socket. The hardwood had a layer of dust covering it from no one occupying the house for so long. It was creepy.

Martin slowly walked through the living room and started to explore. It just looked like a normal house apart from the dust that was covering every surface. A couple windows were broken from people breaking and entering but other than that the house was still pretty intact. He toured through the whole downstairs before finding the stairs to the second story. He took a deep breath and cautiously ascended up the stairs.

The second story was even creepier than the first floor. Every step that Martin took seemed to make the floor creak and groan making him step even more lightly. He opened every door to see what was inside, but was disappointed that each room was empty. He sighed, maybe the house wasn’t as good as he was expecting it to be.

His body made its way down the hallway and stopped at the last door. There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing on the other side of the door. That’s odd…I wonder why it’s so windy in there. I don’t remember there being a lot of wind outside… Martin reached out his hand and gripped the doorknob and quickly turned it.

Martin froze when he saw what was on the other side of the door. There was a little girl standing there. She was wearing a long white dress that matched her white hair. She stood with her back to Martin but she didn’t move.

He knelt down in the doorway. “Hi…are you okay?” The little girl didn’t move. Martin cleared his throat. “Hey…can you hear me?”

The girl slowly turned around to look at Martin. Her eyes were completely white and soulless. She screamed an ear piercing scream, making Martin cover his ears. “You killed me!”

Martin was confused. “What? No! I didn’t kill you!”

The little girl screamed again before flying straight into Martin. Her ghostly presence knocked Martin over onto his back and knocked the wind out of him. She came back and proceeded to smother Martin. He tried to grab her but his hands just grabbed empty air. It was getting harder to breathe but he continued to struggle. He didn’t know ghosts could kill.

He continued to struggle when the ghost finally stopped. Martin laid on the floor breathing heavily, realizing that he had almost been killed by a ghost. He didn’t want to move until he had caught his breath but at the same time he felt like he needed to run so the ghost didn’t try to kill him again. He really wasn’t sure what happened but he definitely didn’t want it to happen again.

And in a single motion Martin stood up and ran out of the house. He kept running until he finally reached his house. He ran in the front door and slammed it behind him. Martin leaned against the door and slid down to the floor. Whatever had happened in the abandoned house was odd and unexplainable. He didn’t have an explanation for what happened, but he definitely didn’t see himself going back to the house.

Soul Mates (Part 4)

September 27, 2019September 24, 2019 ~ 2catsandalaptop ~ Leave a comment

Good morning! It’s finally Friday and unfortnately I have to work all weekend. But…I did have a wonderful day yesterday with my friend Rachel. We drove up to Yosemite for the day which was absolutely wonderful! You can check out some pictures on my Instagram!

And we continue on our story of Zac and Melanie. I won’t make you wait much longer so I hope you enjoy this Adventure story!

Soul Mates

To the man of my dreams

You need to break up with that blonde chick. She is not the one you love. I am the only one who loves you. I am the only one who will marry you. You will not understand the amount of hatred I feel toward that chick. Break up with her immediately so we can finally be together. You and I are meant to be. If you do not break up with her, I will kill her.

Love-M

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“Dude…how could you say that Breaking Bad is a bad show? It was one of the best of it’s time. Seriously!”

Zac shook his head. “Damian we can all have our own opinions. I didn’t like Breaking Bad, you don’t like NCIS. See I’m not mad at you for not liking NCIS. It’s your opinion.”

“Yeah but Breaking Bad is so good!” Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Damian looked at Zac, one eyebrow cocked. “Is Talia coming over tonight?”

Zac stood up. “No…she’s at her parent’s house this weekend. Her sister had a major dance recital that she wanted to go to.” He walked to the door and looked through the peephole. No one was there. He opened it and there was a letter sitting on the welcome mat. Zac looked around the courtyard but no one was there. He bent down and cautiously picked up the letter.

He turned back inside and closed the door. He slowly made his way back to the table where Damian was still sitting. “Are you kidding me?”

“What’s wrong?”

Zac turned the envelope around, showing Damian what was written on the front. “I know it’s been a month since they started and I haven’t received anything for a few days, but for some reason I thought this was over.”

Damian snickered. “You don’t want to receive any fan mail from anyone but Talia?”

Zac rolled his eyes. “I’m good thanks.” He carefully ripped the top of the envelope. He pulled out the letter and something else fell onto the floor. Zac picked up the item that fell and was horrified.

Not only was there a letter in the envelope, but there was a photo. But it wasn’t just a photo of Zac. It was a photo of Zac and Talia, but Talia’s face was blacked out. Zac immediately knew who sent this.

“Dude…that’s…creepy. I don’t know what to say.” Damian put his hand on Zac’s shoulder in comfort. Even though it wasn’t much, it was still nice.

“You know what the sad thing is? I saw the person who took this picture. She was kinda creepy. I’m pretty sure she just stared at Talia and I the entire time she sat in the library. She was weird.”

“Maybe you should go to campus police? They might be able to help you out.”

Zac nodded. “Maybe I should. The only issue is that I have no idea what she looks like. I know she had brown hair but that was about it.”

Damian shrugged. “Well maybe they could have someone escort you around or watch the door to see if she leaves something. I don’t know, but if you don’t feel safe you need to talk to someone.”

Zac knew Damian was right. He didn’t feel super safe with this creep following him. He agreed with Damian and they immediately left to find campus security.

It was a short walk across campus to find the police station. The boys walked inside to find a single receptionist. She looked up at them over her glasses. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah…” Zac cautiously took a step forward. “I would like to talk to someone about a possible stalker that I have. I don’t really feel safe because she knows my dorm room.”

She sighed and picked up the phone. “Yeah…I have a young man here who says he isn’t feeling safe because he thinks someone is stalking him…uh huh…okay…thanks.” She hung up the phone and stood up from her chair. “Follow me.”

The boys followed her back to a small office where an officer who didn’t look much older than them sat. He stood up and shook their hands. “Hello guys. I’m Officer Kent. Please, have a seat.” All three of them sat down. “So…what can I help you with?”

Zac cleared his throat. “Well…I believe I have someone stalking me. I have received multiple letters from them, I have items missing from my dorm room that aren’t at my girlfriend’s place, and I’m pretty sure that I’ve seen her following me. But today I actually received a letter that had a picture of me and my girlfriend in it, but my girlfriend’s face was blacked out.” He pulled the photo out of the envelope and handed it to the officer.

Officer Kent looked at the photo and handed it back. “Okay…do you know who it is?”

Zac shook his head. “No…I know her name starts with an M because that’s how she ends every letter. I also believe she’s got long brown hair, but I can’t be 100% sure about that.”

Officer Kent leaned back in his chair. “Unfortunately we can’t do much. Unless we know the person’s name, we can’t really do anything.”

Damian smacked his fist on the desk. “Really? You can’t have someone watch our dorm room? Or someone escort him to class and watch out? Seriously?”

The officer sat forward, leaning both elbows on the desk in front of him. “Unfortunately we don’t really have the manpower. It doesn’t seem that serious…”

“She threatened my girlfriend!” Zac pulled out the letter and handed it to the officer.

Officer Kent read it and shrugged. “I’m sorry. It’s still not that serious of a threat. If you are that concerned about it, you should go to the actual police.”

Zac and Damian stood up in unison and stormed out of the campus police station. On their way out they agreed to go to the local police because maybe they could actually help.

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Melanie sat on a bench outside the campus police station and waited. She had seen Zac and his roommate walking so she followed them. She sat on the bench behind a book, making her look less conspicuous as she waited for them. They walked out and were talking about going to the police.

She followed them. She stayed close enough where she could hear them, but far enough away where they wouldn’t notice her. It was hard to not run up to them and tell them not to go to the police. She was harmless. There was nothing to worry about.

They talked about going to the police to stop her. How dare they? How could Zac try to break them apart by going to the police? They were meant to be together. How could he not realize that?

Melanie followed them all the way back to the dorms. They made their way to the parking lot where she lost them. She let out a huff before heading back into her dorm room. If he was going to the police, she might as well give them something to talk about.