This is my first attempt at writing a short story.Don't ask me why I am writing it because i don't seem to have the answer myself.Anyway here it goes....Hope you like it
Henry felt sticky all over. Where in the heck am I? He asked himself. He managed to stand up and walk over to the sink. He was in a bathroom. He started to wash his hands when he looked into the mirror.
Oh my God! He screamed. Henry had blood all over his body! He turned on the shower, tested the water with his hand, then deciding it was hot enough, he took his clothes off, and started to climb into the shower. He grabbed hold of the shower curtain, and let out a scream!
There, lying in the shower was his Landlady, Mrs. Burrton! Henry panicked! He didn’t know what he should do! As he realized where he was, in Mrs. Burrton’s apartment, it all came back to him.
Yesterday was like any other. He had left for work, he remembered stopping at the local hotel to get his supper.
When he got to Mrs. Burrton’s apartment, to pay his rent, she asked him in so she could write him a receipt.
Henry remembered now! He had started imagining ways to kill her, and even craved the desire of murder that was stirring in his soul. He got up, and picked up the knife that was on the counter, and just started stabbing her! Then, as quickly as he killed her, exhaustion overcame him. He guessed now that was how he had been asleep in her bathroom.
Henry could not believe it! He ran downstairs to his apartment, and got in his shower. While he was scrubbing the blood off of himself, he started thinking of ways to get rid of the body.
There was a knock at his door. He panicked! When he opened it, two police officers were standing there. Oh God, they know! Was all that was running threw his mind.
“Uh, Officers, can I help you?” Henry asked nervously.
“Yes, did you hear any strange noises last night?”
“Uh, no, I don’t recall, but then again, I sleep really sound. Why?” Henry asked.
“Well, it seems that Mrs. Burton was brutally murdered in her home, and we know who did it, and we were hoping you had seen or heard something.” The Officer replied.
“I’m sorry I can’t help, but I didn’t hear anything. Now, did I hear you right, Officer? You said you know who did this?”
“Yea, his name’s Jack. We’ve been trying to catch him for years.” The Officer explained. “He’s a nut on the loose. He escaped about four years ago, from the State Mental Asylum and seems to always be one-step ahead of us. If you see any men hanging around that shouldn’t be here, you call us, you hear?”
“Sure thing, Officer, thank you.”
As Henry closed the door, he could not help but smile. Jack, huh? He said to himself. He went to the bathroom, to clean up, and stopped to look in the mirror. “Yes, Henry, meet Jack. “.
