Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29458657-20160805183834/@comment-29458657-20160811154547

When we arrived at their apartment and knock, Clara opened the door, welcoming us with her cute, but uncaring smile and while dressed as if she was going to a party. Joseph began to talk and asked about Gina. She said her 'sister' left to get a gun so they could defend themselves if the killer attacked. Her laughing tone made us question where her girlfriend really was. After we convinced her that we weren't the murderers, she let us enter. We didn't even make ourselves comfortable and Joseph started questioning her.

The "interview" didn't lead anywhere and I was dead certain that she was hiding something, I didn't think she had killed anyone. I was quite sure she had fooled Joseph into thinking she's innocent. It looks like me and my friend will solve the mess. I hope.

I went back to my apartment and thought about the situation. There were just eight people in the block. I counted myself and Gregory out. Six people. One of them was supposed to be the murderer. I knew the killer just can't be someone from the outside. Or maybe Gregory wasn't right and we weren't dealing with just one killer. Living in this hellhole could've made anyone go insane.

While meditating, I realised that I didn't have a gun. I decided to move out of the block and get a gun. As I prepared to leave a knocking made me wince. I took a baseball bat and went to the door, looking through the spyglass. It was Joseph. His eyes were full of fear. I opened the door and he spilled everything,

"Bruce is dead! I just saw him in the elevator!"

"Wait, what? He's dead?" I asked frightened.

"Yes! He was fuckin' decapitated! I can't believe what's happening in this block!"

That's the moment when I saw that Joseph was holding a pistol. I suddenly felt the need to hide, but then he turned and left in a hurry. I took my head out of the apartment and looked after him. Joseph was going up the stairs. Against my better judgement, I decided to follow him. I ran after him on the stairs. Suddenly, he stopped. Then he pointed the gun at me. I raised my hands without dropping the bat.

"Where are you going?" I ask him.

"To see the bitches!" Joseph answered.

He turned again and continued on his way. We reach the last floor and Joseph walked up to the women's apartment and knocked furiously on the door. Clara opened the door and Joseph bursted in.

Gina pointed her gun at him an then Joseph pointed his at her. I stood in the doorway and watched, ready to run if it turned for the worst.

"Clara, leave the room!" Joseph shouted.

She did and then Joseph turned his attention towards Gina, whose eyes were full of hatred. Joseph said:

"I know you did it."

"And what are you gonna do, huh? Hand me to the cops?"

"No. Before I do that, you might do a lot more. I will kill you right now."

"Who are you to judge me?"

I watched in silence, expecting the worst, but hoping that he'll just put the gun down. Suddenly, he pulled the trigger and the bullet penetrated her neck. Clara screamed. Gina lost her grip on the gun, putting her hands around her neck, before hitting the floor, dead. Clara, trembling, ran to the stairs, starting to cry. I was getting terrified and as I turned, my face met Joseph's, angrier than I've ever seen him. Frowning, he studied me. I thought I might be also giving him an ugly look, but I tried to control my expression and just show bewilderment. I ask him:

"Are you sure it was her?"

"Yes! That bitch is finally dead!"

He tried to calm down. He was breathing hard while I watched him and wondered what really brought him to that conclusion. Then he looked me in the eyes and said:

"Do you know where Clara left?"

"I seriously don't know."

Now, my position changed. I am no longer Joseph's ally, I am supposed to stop him from killing us all while Clara calls the cops. He turns to leave, but I feel the need to do something, so I grab his shoulder and he points the pistol at me. I raise my hands and watch him, assuring that he is going insane.

"Please don't tell me you wanna kill her too."

Joseph smiled and filled me with fear. He turned again, but I just couldn't let him kill anymore. Before he got too far, I caught his right foot and he started sliding down. Quickly, I raised the bat and hit him in his head two times and then I grabbed his pistol. Now, I was in control of the situation.

"Calm down, Joseph. I don't want you to kill anybody. We do not have proof!"

"Then tell me, smartass, who did it?"

"I don't know, Joseph, but do you realise that you just fuckin' killed a person?"

Joseph stood up and looked at me. He studied me. Did he... think I was the killer? I waited for him to turn, but he didn't.

"Do you think I'm gonna show you my back while you have a gun pointed at me?"

He was right, but I was right too to keep the gun pointed at him.

"And what are you gonna do?"

"I'll wait before the cops come here and find you pointing a gun at me."

Son of a bitch!

"I'll throw the gun, but please turn and leave after that"

"All right. But do not throw it at your feet and let me take the bat."

It couldn't get any better, really.

"All right. You take the bat, but then step back. I'll throw the gun, but don't try to look after it, sir."

I raise my left hand to give him the bat. He just looked at me for a few seconds, then he yanked the bat from my hand and carefully stepped back. I start wondering if this was really a good idea. I looked at him and he looked back at me without any expression on his face. I threw the pistol on my right and it hit a wall. Now Joseph started smiling and he turned, going to the stairs in a hurry.

A day had passed. Joseph was in jail for killing two women (I imply that he also killed Clara and that's why he was going with the bat down the stairs in hurry). I was in my bedroom with Gregory who was too afraid to live on his own and it looked like he'd move to my apartment as it was bigger. I stayed at the computer and I heard him going to the hallway. Then he opened the door to the entrance and I heard a deafening shriek. I was so scared that for the moment I just couldn't move. Then I quickly hid under my bed and tried to not make a sound. My pistol was in the living room, God damn it!

The bedroom door was open, whoever passed by the door also passed by my sight. The lights in the hallway turned off. Then someone stepped in front of the door. It was a human shape, but not one that I recognised. Whoever he was, he seemed to have a problem with breathing because he uses his mouth to do so. Then he stepped in the room and I saw that he was naked. Then he... lowered and faced me. He was a man, but one who should be long dead. He looked like a person of about 150 years old. He crawled near me with his mouth agape and looked me in the eyes. I never met him before, but a thought raced my mind: that he is the personification of this disturbance that has plagued my block for a very long time. The disturbance that made everyone here mad and it's now reaching a climax.

We were cursed.