Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29334538-20160728093400

I walk to school everyday with my brother. I live in a safe neighborhood. A nice one. My school is right down my block. I take a backway and end up at the at the end of the school field. One weekend I decided to play some Pokemon Go. I just started and at the time, I was eager to get some new pokemon. I live near two churches. At the time, I was not aware of the danger that this game had been creating. I saw a Golduck on my radar, and though the radar was iffy, I managed to track down the 448 CP Golduck. As I pulled up the camera on my phone, I threw two curveballs before finally capturing the pokemon with a nice throw. I was looking over the statistics of my newest edition to my Pokedex. Shortly after closing the menu, I checked my radar when someone approached from behind me. As I turned around, a rather odd looking man, in an unsettling voice, said “Hello.” This guy looked really shady and I was hesitating to reply, but before I could, in a more casual voice, the man said “I’m sorry, did I startle you?” I replied,”No, it’s fine.” He said “I’m Damien, what’s your name?” I didn’t want to tell him so I just said my name was Adam. He said he had to go, so I went back home. My Dad always said not to talk to strangers, so I didn’t tell him about Damien.

The next day I walked to school as usual. I decided to swing for a while before school begins. I saw a red car, more of a run-down car, more of a starter car look. He parked across the road of the school. I could make out the blurred face of Damien through the un-professionally tinted window. I just assumed he had a kid who went to school here, but something just wasn’t right. After school, the same red car pulled up next to me and rolled down the window. He decided to attempt to lure me into a conversation. I casually moved toward my brother. It looked normal because I listen to music on my way home from school, so I had some headphones in. I had just finished my playlist so I could hear everything. I whispered to my brother to walk faster, and finally, Damien rolled up his window and drove away. When we got home, we told my dad. We immediately called the cops but they couldn’t help because we had no evidence, and there were much more important cases that they had to attend to. So my dad decided to take things into his own hands. That day I rode my bike down to 7-11 for a Slurpee. Guess who I saw in line. Damien, almost like he knew I was going to 7-11. He Said, “Hello Adam. Earlier I tried to talk to you. It seemed like you were trying to avoid me.” I was ahead of him in line. I put the money on the counter and just let them keep the change. I went out the door, and sped away on bike. When I got home I heard my dad, yelling at someone on the phone. My dad never gets like this. Whoever it was he was saying to stay away. I bet it was Damien. His phone was loud, and later I looked at his call recorder. Damien started off saying, “Hello, may I speak to Adam?”. I couldn’t take anymore. This guy was terrifying. I went to go get a glass of water. Above the sink is a window, that looks upon the deck and the yard. Behind the bushes I saw a tall slim man, just staring into my soul with his perverted eyes. I yelled, “DAD, DAMIEN IS IN THE BACK YARD, HE IS HERE, HE IS WATCHING US! My dad grabbed his .45 Millimeter and bolted out the slider door. It was definitely Damien. As he hopped the fence, my dad fired and got a for sure hit on the leg. It is a wooden fence so you can’t see the other side. My dad could see the blood stain, but on the other side of the fence there was nothing. I ran to the living room and I looked out the window. His car was driving away. I ran into my room and just balled up on my bed, still very scared. As my door slowly shut, on the inside of it, I saw a note. It said,

“I killed your mother Adam. Kind of funny when you think about it, and all this time you thought it was your older brother.


 * Your friend, Damien :)

My older brother, Daniel, had been in prison for twelve years for the murder of my mom. She was stabbed twelve times in the stomach, and the building, our old house, was lit on fire. I couldn’t handle it anymore I just layed down and cried. My dad came back inside holding a video camera that he had found outside. He pulled it out and played it. It was just videos of him, standing in my room. There was one of him plotting the murder of my mom, and one of him killing her. At that point I personally wanted to slit his throat, but I knew he was gone. I hadn’t seen him since, only when he’d drive by. That only lasted a week because he was arrested the moment the police found him. They found him in his apartment. He had pictures of everyone in my family, they all had X’s and notes on them. He was sentenced to life in prison, and had to visit a mental facility five times a week. He only lasted six years, he was killed by his fellow inmates. The police later found several suicide notes in the apartment claiming that he was going to kill himself right after the murder of my mother, I never saw him again. It was the new neighbor I had to worry about...



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