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I almost got Caught

Ariel Nichols

    It’s been two whole weeks since I have been getting these strange calls. How could they possibly know what I have done? How can they link me to those “strange” deaths? No one knows I am a creature of the night, but what if my secret did get out? Suddenly the phone rings, I am hesitant to even answer... I pick up the phone and say “Hello” they respond with “I know what you did” and then abruptly hang up.
    I run to my cold dark bedroom and shuffle around to turn on the light so I can pack my things and leave town. Thinking out loud to myself I say, “I need to change my number, leave no forwarding address, leave town and figure out a way to get these calls to stop before the police catch up to me!” I quickly finish packing and rush down to my car. I throw my bags into the trunk and get in the drivers seat. I sit there and ponder for a moment of how things could have gotten this bad. I hear faint sirens in the distance, could they have found my victim from the night before? I act quickly and turn my headlights on and zoom down the street. I can see the sirens flashing in the distance.
    As I see these flashing lights my instincts tell me to turn down a dark street and turn off my headlights and car. So that is what I did, I watched 6 squad cars zoom past and they sure did seem in a hurry. I sat and waited until I didn’t hear any sirens and then I turned my car back on and quickly speed away. I didn’t dare drive past my apartment for I knew they would catch me. I get on highway 85 toward Forest Grove Oregon; with hopes I can restart and hopefully not get caught.

    My phone rings one last time and it’s not the same caller as before; it’s my mother.... I think to myself “she hasn’t called me in years.” I quickly answer; she says calmly “Hello dear, the police are looking for you, they have some questions they want to ask you, so please go to the police station. I am begging you please I don’t know what you did but you’re they’re number 1 suspect.” I politely say, “Okay mother I will go into the station and answer their questions.” She hangs up the phone, and I pull over to the side of the road.
    I have two choices and I better choose wisely. I either go in lie to their faces, or run and have the possibility of being caught. With such a dilemma I have to act not only quickly but I have to think about how I am going to get away with it. I think about my poor mother, and then I realize I do have to go in and answer their questions with hopes they won’t figure out it was me. I quickly get off the shoulder of the dark highway and get off then turn around to go towards the precinct. My heart is racing; I am getting sweaty what if they don’t believe me? What if they book me on circumstance?

    I arrive at the station to give my statement, and all I can think of is what if they catch me. I arrive at the large front desk, and give them my name and tell them I am here to give my statement. A detective peeks his head around the corner and says “Ah yes come with me please.” I follow the detective to his desk. I tell them I don’t know what happened to the people; we were all at a party, and that’s the last time I saw them. They collected DNA, and told me to wait for the results and if I am cleared I am free to go. The detective comes back two hours later and says “Well you’re all cleared to go.” I sigh in relief and walk out thinking to myself, I got away with it!

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