I grabbed my keys from the kitchen table. I picked up my keys and walked into
the bedroom. I threw my keys on top of the dresser and picked up my cell phone.
I checked the time. It was 9 am. I knew my work would start at 9, so I decided
to go to the work place. I couldn’t wait anymore. But what was that noise
coming from the back of the house. It was the sound of a very excited,
and slightly drunk man in the bedroom.
I walked to the bedroom.
That was that.
I went back to the kitchen. It was too late to work today. I decided to head
to my bed before the MI6 would kill me. They probably would start to work at
8 am. I picked up my suitcase and walked out of the house.
The sound of the door slamming was heard in the kitchen. My alarm was probably
alarm, so I ran up the stairs. I woke the house a couple of times to check if I
was still alive. The door was already closed. Oh well. I decided to leave. The
sound of the door closing woke me up. I started to get up. I walked towards the
bedroom and grabbed the suitcase. I opened it up and emptied it on the bed. I
walked out of the bedroom in the hallway and went towards the bedroom I was in.
That door was also closed. I stood in front of it and waited for something to
happen, but nothing did. I waited for a few minutes, then I headed to our
I checked the bathroom. The door to the toilet was closed. That’s strange. I
walked to the bathroom and opened the door. It was very dark. I walked into the
bathroom and found 2 empty cans of beer on the floor. One of them was a
“Chai-Te”. I grabbed it and took my usual beer out of the fridge.
I went to the kitchen. The noise of the door slamming was heard in the kitchen.
I stood in front of the fridge and grabbed a beer. I went to the sink and grabbed
some water, then I grabbed my phone from the counter. I punched the number for
John who was one of my MI6 agents.
Hello, this is John. I need a car here.
Yeah, sure. Where do you want it?
Just park it outside my house. I need it here in 2 minutes. Can I meet you
Okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll see you there soon.
I put the phone in my pocket. I grabbed my beer and made my way into the
bedroom. I opened the suitcase and took a deep breath. There was only a bit of
blood left on the bedroom floor. I grabbed my cell phone from the table and
brought it to the bedroom door. The phone had no cover on it. I took my keys to
the front door and put them on the table. I stood in front of the bedroom door
and waited for something to happen, but nothing did.
A noise of the door closing could be heard in the hallway. I walked to the
bathroom door and opened it. I walked into the bathroom. My phone was turned
off, so I grabbed it from the counter and checked the bed. There was no
blood, so something must have happened to my blood. The bathroom was also
completely dirty. The sink had some blood stains on it. The shower was full of
blood and there was one small pool of blood on the floor. I looked in the
bedroom and saw the phone was off, so I grabbed it from the table. I went to
the bathroom and switched the shower on. I looked at the blood. There was
nothing to do but to go to the hospital. I grabbed my cell phone and walked
out of the bathroom. I waited for my agent to pick up.
My agent picked up the cell phone. I asked him what was wrong. He said no
crime to call him at this time, so I got scared. I needed to find the crime
again. Then I went inside the kitchen and grabbed my cell phone. I
checked the time. It was 7 am. My agent said there was only one case about my
death, so I checked my phone to see if there was any message. There wasn’t a
message, so my agent said I had to go to the hospital. I grabbed my keys
from the desk and left the office. The keys were on the key-ring and I
started to go to the house. I walked past the pool of blood in the hallway
and headed towards the stairs. I unlocked the door and walked inside. I
closed the door behind me and locked it again. The house was dark. I walked
towards the bedroom door. I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket and
started to dial 911. The cell phone rang. I picked up the phone. It was my
agent. He said it was very urgent and he needed to talk to me. He said the
crime was not on my phone, so if I didn’t get there soon, the criminal would
kill me. The message was loud and clear. I couldn’t say a word. I had to call
I called him.
“John said the crime was not on my phone. I must call him now.” I said
I dialed him. His call came in. It was 8:20 am on Friday.
“John said the crime was not on my phone. Now it is. I know. The FBI agent
said the criminal will kill me. I must go to the hospital.” I said with fear.