It's already dark

 

 

It's already dark.

But it isn’t very bright in here either. Darkness is actually something beautiful. For example, you don’t see so much, like unnecessary details. They stay hidden in the dark. But even one is covered. A young man looks out of the window. His destination is unknown. He has short black hair and wears a leather jacket. Most-likely he listens to some music, one can tell by the earphones in his ears. I can't notice anything else, but everything else would be unnecessary.

 

One can't see any stars in the night sky, it's too cloudy. Not one little spot is free where one could catch a glimpse of a star. Maybe because it is already November. Over the last years I've never been able to observe them in fall. With observing them I mean staring up at the stars and lose myself in thoughts. That's one of the few hobbies I've got besides writing bad poems and playing ego-shooters. But now I can't follow up those three. I'm not in the right mood for writing something and my computer is far away. The bus I’m in starts moving.

 

Did the bus driver really think there are more people who want to drive in this one-horse town at this time? Well, I should be happy there's a bus, otherwise I would have to drive with my scooter through sub-zero temperatures. But there is no snow. I don't like snow, because he makes it pretty bright outside even though it's nighttime. Plus it is cold and I don't like coldness. But this bus I'm in must be from prewar time because it hasn't got any  heater, at least I don't feel one. I'm thinking about such little things during the whole ride. The bus has to drive almost through the entire town. It's very calm outside and no one is out on street at this time. The bus stops, finally I'm there.

 

I get out the bus and it drives away immediately. Why did the bus driver wait so long before? Whatever, there are only a few meters between me and my destination. Today's target is quite the only one I had in my life. There are only 2 more years until my A levels but I don't know what I'll do afterward by now. But today I'm trying to get to a special house. It's the house of someone I feel something for. I never cared about not having had girlfriend although I'm already 16 until I met her. She turned around my life completely and gave it meaning and quality. At our last meetings she gave me the feeling she's also interested in something more than friendship. I'm there, but the house is outright dark.

 

I'm doing some more steps to see the window of her room. There are some cars besides the house. Her window is as dark as all the other. Is she trying to scare me? I like fear, but only in movies or games where I'm safe. Whatever, she said she'll be at home although it's short after midnight. Her parents, well, her father and his new girlfriend, are off, but she won't tell me where they went. I ring the bell.

 

For a long time it is silent. There are no stars here as well. But, who would have doubted that, it's also dark here. Finally the door is opening. It's Sophia. I can tell by the hair and her facial features. You can't see more because in the house it's as dark as out here. But more would be unnecessary. “Hey”, I say and she waves me in wordless. She is beautiful, also with no details. I walk in and take off my shoes and my coat. We hug each other very long. She has cold hands as if she just washed them. We go upstairs into her room.

 

There's no couch or chairs so I take a seat next to her on the bed. Countless pictures of her best friend and her are on the walls. She hasn't said a word since I'm here, so I ask her what's going on. No response. “You know you can tell me everything, that's what friends are for.” She turns herself for facing me and hugs me again. I start to worry. “Sophia, what's up?” She starts crying. “Oh my god, Sophia! What is the matter?” I try to reach the facial tissues on the bedside cabinet but I can't get them. “Sophia, so tell me what is going on here? Did something happen? Please tell me...”

 

My fear grows with every sob of Sophia. I've never seen her like this. Usually she's one of the happiest persons I know. Nothing can upset her. I am the one who is built to close to the water. She is the one making me feel better all the time. And now everything is turned around like she did it with my whole life. But this is my chance to shine as her soon-to-be boyfriend.

 

I hug her and whisper in her ear that everything will be fine. I don't know why one is saying that, because everything will never be fine. Only in those happy-end-movies which Sophia loves. She is still a girl, even though she's interested in football and drives a scooter just like me. Suddenly I notice a weird smell. It's not Sophia, because it doesn't smell like perfume. Neither it’s me because I took a shower before I went here. Probably it's from the cat litter pan, which is in front of her room. Suddenly Sophia takes my hand.

 

She gets up and apparently wants to leave the room with me. My fear grows parallel to my wonder. “Please tell what is going on in here.” Still no response. She pulls me down the stairs and past the wardrobe. “Damn it Sophia, what the hell is going on? The well-known silence. She points at the basement door.

 

I never liked basements. When I was young, I've been afraid of the darkness because I watched to many horror movies. Today I'm afraid of hitting my head on the ceiling because they are often too low. It sends cold shiver up and down my spine. You can really feel this in such moments. The door is open.

 

It's just a gap but you can glance in the darkness through it. Why didn't I notice that when I came in? Whatever, probably I was distracted by Sophia's beauty. Or most likely by my broken zipper. ”Why is that door open? And what for god's sake is going on in here?” One can hear my fear in my voice. “Come with me” whispers Sophia and opens the door completely. Her first words and they scare me more than the silence. “I beg you Sophia, what is happening here?” She takes my hand and walks towards the door. I follow her.

 

I don't know why I'm going down there with her. Is it curiosity, stupidity or love? Won't one do everything for the person one loves? Or isn't that how it's supposed to be? Whatever, there's no light in the cellar. Like in the whole house actually. Is there a blackout? But the doorbell worked, or did it? There are so many questions shooting through my head. We walk carefully and hand in hand down the stairs. It feels nice, although I don't know what awaits me down there. We're down.

 

“And now?” I ask. She's starring magnetized in the darkness, but I can't see anything. The smell from upstairs is even more intensive down here. So it’s probably not the cat litter pan. “Talk to me please!” Nothing. I've had enough. I take out my smartphone. That flashlight-app is perfect for this situation. I activate it and flash in Sophia's viewing direction.

 

I still can't see anything. I suppose the app wasn't made for pitch darkness. Well, at least it was free. I raise the brightness of my cellphone and then I try it again. Sophia hasn't moved neither said a word since we're down here. I look back at her but she's still staring in the dark. Time to see what she looks at.

 

In the faint light of my smartphone I can see a table. It's red. Why would one have red tables in your basement? Whatever, he's not completely red. A strange design, it has a lot of red stripes and some points on it. Sophia starts crying again as I move closer to find out what's on the table. But this time I don't care.

 

I take some careful steps towards the table as the smell gets more intensive. Also Sophia cries more and more with every step I take. For a short moment I think about turning around and care about Sophia, but what if the answers to all my questions are on that table?

 

And suddenly I see what I should have known for long. There is no strange red design on the table, it is blood. Sophia's father and his girlfriend are lying on the table. Or rather what's left of them. Did a murderer do that? Why did he do that? Is he still here? Or where did he go? Is that the reason for Sophia's behavior? Totally shocked I turn around and see Sophia right in front of me. She raises her hand with a big, bloody knife and...


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