It had been what seemed to be a boring night. I was out strolling in my neighborhood when I encountered a strange figure. At the time, I was reminiscing on the fun memories I've had being around my old friends whilst passing by my old middle school. Seeing someone at the school or even awake during the night was abnormal. The figure appeared in camo like attire almost blending in with the night's darkness almost giving the illusion that he was a shadow.
What the man was doing strolling the school's courtyard is beyond me at the time. Out of curiosity, I began to follow the man as he appeared to be going to an open door leading inside the school. I was weary of entering at first. I mean it was the middle of the night, if I were to get caught, it would be a hassle to escape from them. Despite thinking like this, I had ultimately decided I was to follow this man. I mean it was the middle of the night, even if I made a slight sound, the man would think it was some ghost haunting him.
I continued to follow him for about 5 minutes before seeing him enter a pitch black room. Odd, I don't recall it ever existing when I once went to this school; maybe it was an extension they made years later. Regardless of this odd site, I went in with him. A feeling of fear had struck me as I began to think I shouldn't follow him. I just didn't know what to expect. It's a pitch black room after all. Upon entering a white illuminating path appears right before me. It reached a staircase and went beyond it. Walking down the path and then the staircase, I realized the figure had disappeared. Where he could have gone, I have no idea. As much as it did bother me, I decided to continue going up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, the white path continued. The further I went down this path, the brighter it became. At the end stood a scene. It was of a man hanging with a chair flipped to its side. What could have caused him to commit such a major decision? This life of ours is amazing. We all deal with our ups and downs but it eventually gets better for the most part.
As I closed the gap between me and this man, nothing could be seen on his face. A faceless man? Whoever made this scene needs help. How does one just stage a suicide scene; that's not right. I was standing there confused and mad until a dark red path began illuminating. As I began to follow this path, trees, buildings, playgrounds, and a bright and sunny sky appeared on the sides of the path with sounds of people talking. Oddly enough, there was no one to be seen, not even the figure.
At the end of the path stood a melancholy scene. No words can be understood yet every tone can be processed. I was there inside the house of someone witnessing an argument unfold. It was a man arguing with his wife as his kid is hidden in the background watching their feud. Nothing was being tossed but from seemed to be knives from whatever words they were saying to each other. The only reason the argument seemed to end was because the parents found their son crying as he watched them behind a partially opened door. Afterwards, the dad can be seen leaving the house in no angry manner, it was rather more of a sad manner.
A dark gray path illuminated as the scene had stopped. Following this was office buildings, roads and gray rain clouds. At the end of the path stood a new scene. The father was in what seemed to be his office with his hands on his head seemingly stressing over the argument he had with his wife. Was he sad because his son witnessed it, or was it because he felt as though he let his son down by arguing with the kid's mother.
His boss had just entered the room trying to comfort the man. He was rubbing on his back and trying to talk to him but nothing worked. The father was in no talking mood. It seemed as though he wasn't in any working mood either because all of the papers that were piled on his desk had not been touched. In a last ditch effort, the boss sent the father home in what seemed to be hopes of the father getting better. Thus, the scene ends with a bloody path appearing. Odd...
As I followed the scattered blood drops, there was a cloudless yet dark sky with cars moving fast on the side of the scattered blood drops. The sounds of cars were loud. The further I walked down the path, the more clear the sky got. By the end of the path, stood a puddle of blood and everything went black. The roof of the room roared as rain started pelting me. The room became dark once more as the finale neared.
The father had come home with toys for his son and flowers for his wife. It was his way of making things right. The father decides to enter the garage and go through the door inside it to enter the house to surprise his family. Once he opened that door, a sight no one would want to see had appeared. The corpses of his loved ones layed on the floor as blood can be seen oozing out of their body. The father rushed to the corpses trying to see if they would awake in their fallen state but awake they didn't. The father sat there for 5 minutes in despair as he held the ones he held dear to him in his arms.
The father picked up his phone as he called the police to tell them what he had opened the door to. After ending the call, the man can be heard screaming in despair. Thus, the scene ends with an illuminating black path. No matter what, I still can't understand him. I wish I can, I want to understand what he's saying. Is this figure a story? Does he enter this door to remind himself of the events that transpired? Should I have even been watching this? Isn't this too personal? Regardless, I still decided to go down the illuminating black path.
As I followed it, nothing appeared. The only thing giving this area a little bit of light was the tiny illumination coming from the path. The path almost seemed endless. The further I walked down, nothing new appeared. I kept walking until the path illuminated no more; that's when I found the figure. He appeared blue, a dark blue. As I began to approach him, the scene began. The finale.
The scene begins as we lay our eyes upon the man who was once a husband and a father inside his home. He was holding a portrait of him and his family with ice creams in their hands. Next to the man was a table with a letter on it. The figure approached the letter and handed it to me. The letter read:
Hello,
I doubt anyone will read this letter or find it at that matter, not that it matters anyways. It's been two months since the passing of my loved ones. During that time, the police put in no effort to search or find clues as to who or what killed them. They said within two weeks of the search that they will put this case to the side. People, it takes time to heal from traumatic events, I want to believe that. The more days pass, the worst my life seems to get. The wounds the event had left on me is getting deeper and deeper and I can not bear this pain any longer. The love my family showed me was like no other, they were the only ones that put a smile on my face. They fixed my life when my parents ruined it. I can not bear this any more. It hurts...
Goodbye
Wow, that was really... sad. When I finished reading it, I think a tear went down my face. I looked at the figure and then at the man and suddenly, a noose appeared in front of the man. The man grabbed his chair and approached the noose placing his chair right under it. He then gets up to stand atop the chair and places his head through the noose. Before he could kick the chair, the figure stood right in front of me and pushed me back to the start of the story with the man hanging. I wasn't mad, I can understand why I wasn't shown that. I looked back around the room to suddenly see a TV in it. The volume began increasing.
"A man, missing for 5 months has just been found dead by suicide in his house. His name, Jonathen Taylor..."
"Wait, isn't that... me?"
The TV then cut to static as a mirror appeared right in front of it. The reflection showed me with a bruised neck. Suddenly the hanging corpse turned around revealing itself to be me. Upon this revelation, a wave of memories began to come back to me...