Creative Essay 3/25

Wearing a long, spy-like coat and a black hat, he looked mysterious. It was three-thirty in the morning. He quickly crossed to the other side of the street, hoping they would not notice them. They, being the people on the street at this crazy morning time. Not a sliver of guilt coursed through his veins; only adrenaline. The sight of the blood spattered across the wall and the floor and the muffled scream of the girl was satisfying to him. To others, it was just sick; he was sick. Yet, he didn’t think about what he did to people, about how he just killed them out of obsession. Unlocking his door, he went inside and took a nice hot shower. “Ahh,” he thought, “The perfect ending to a perfect night.”


Bloodcurdling, her mother’s scream as she walked in the door to see her daughter’s blood painted across the room struck the calm of the morning. Her daughter’s figure laying on the floor was a slap in the face. Thoughts suddenly swam through her head. Why did this have to happen to Courtney? Who could do something so cruel? Grief struck her immediately as she ran over to the phone. Her fingers shaking, she dialed the number that was carved into her brain. His groggy voice calmed her down a bit.


“Hello?” Her husband, Trevor, spoke in a soft tone.


“Trevor…” She paused, trying to get up the courage to admit that Courtney was dead. “I just got home and… And Courtney… She’s here.” She said, her voice rough.


“Oh well, that’s good honey. Tell her I say hi and I’ll be home tomorrow.” He replied, sounding exhausted and irritated that she was calling him at four in the morning to simply state that Courtney was home.


“Well, that’s not it. She’s… She’s…” She just couldn’t let the words escape from her mouth.


“She’s what?” He sounded more awake now, more aware. She knew now that thoughts were forming in his head of what she was going to say. “Brittany… What happened to Courtney?”


“She’s dead. I came home and she’s dead. Oh, God, what do I do?” She started to freak out; her lungs wouldn’t let air in easily.


“That’s it. I’m coming home. Call the police. Tell them what happened. Watch out. Keep on lights and keep the doors locked. I’ll be home. I love you, okay? Be calm. I love you.” She could hear him packing as he talked, his voice now frantic.


“Okay. I love you, too.” She put the phone down, afraid of what would happen next. Could she turn around and face the tragic scene right behind her back? Picking up the phone again just to avoid turning around, she called the police. She felt faint so she sat in the rocking chair by the window. It was Courtney’s favorite spot. Looking out the window, she saw a mysterious man walking quickly across the street. How weird that people would be out so late, especially walking down the street. He glanced at her house, as if he was running from it. That’s when it struck her. It was him. He was the one who had killed Courtney. Taking matters into her own hands, she quietly opened the door, pretending that Courtney was asleep and trying not to wake her. She yelled out, tried to get the strange man’s attention. Not so strange, was he. He walked over to her, taking off his hat as he strolled over.


“Brittany. It’s been such a long time.” He said in his manly voice, seeming the most awake person in the town.


“Yes, it has. What are you doing out here at this strange hour?” She was curious, trying to get a confession.


“Oh, just taking a stroll. I wasn’t all that tired so I took it upon myself to just get out and get some fresh air. It’s a nice night.” It was obvious to her that he was trying to avoid confessing. He seemed oblivious to the fact that she knew. She knew that he had done it.


“What now, Jason? Why did you kill Courtney?” She asked, the grief taking over. It took everything out of her not to cry.


“She was so beautiful. Such luscious brown hair. And, oh, those beautiful blue eyes. Yes, she was beautiful. So lucky you were to have her. I just couldn’t help it. I needed to know how it felt to hold her in my arms. She was beautiful, even as she died. Oh, how I loved her. I must get some sleep now, I am so exhausted. Brittany, she fought back, oh, yes she did. That only made it better. You can tell the police. They won’t find me. Nice seeing you again.” He finished as he strolled away, leaving Brittany in her tears.


Brittany fell to her knees as she watched her brother, changed so much since their parents died, and thought about what would happen now.